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The Last Strand

Day 65 ... this is my final page. 

Good evening. ๐Ÿ“–๐ŸŒ ๐ŸŒŸ

I have started a brand new chapter over at The Mercy Cat Meadows. This new space was born from a simple belief that every creature weather wild or domestic, deserves a life of dignity and peace. 
New page: https://mercycatmeadows.blogspot.com/

๐Ÿ•ฏ๐ŸŒ ๐ŸŒŸ๐Ÿ“–

"The Last Strand" was born from a need to find warmth and a healthy focus amidst the deep blue of a difficult night.
In moments where the world feels submerged in shadow, the smallest action can become a lighthouse.

 「The Last Strand」ใฏ、ๅ›ฐ้›ฃใชๅคœใฎๆทฑใ„้—‡ใฎไธญใง、ๆธฉใ‹ใ•ใจๅฅๅ…จใชๆ€่€ƒใ‚’่ฆ‹ใคใ‘ใŸใ„ใจใ„ใ†ๆ€ใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰็”Ÿใพใ‚Œใพใ—ใŸ。 ไธ–็•ŒใŒๅฝฑใซๆฒˆใ‚“ใงใ„ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซๆ„Ÿใ˜ใ‚‹็žฌ้–“、ใปใ‚“ใฎๅฐใ•ใช่กŒๅ‹•ใŒ็ฏๅฐใจใชใ‚‹。

๐ŸŒŸ๐ŸŒ ๐Ÿ“–๐ŸŒŸ

The Last Strand

​It was
When the shadows deepened
And a dark azure covered the night
It was
The time it ticked
At zero hundred hours

​The stars were floating beneath the sheets
It seemed
As if they had drowned.

​It was then,
She picked up a match
And lit it up
One by one,
A light was lit
On the last strand

- Michie Lyne

๐ŸŒŸ๐ŸŒ ๐ŸŒŸ๐ŸŒ 

ๆœ€ๅพŒใฎ็ณธ

ใใ‚Œใฏ
ๅฝฑใŒๆทฑใพใ‚Š
ๆš—ใ„้’ใŒๅคœใ‚’่ฆ†ใฃใŸๆ™‚
ใใ‚Œใฏ
ๆ™‚้–“00:00ใŒๅˆปใพใ‚ŒใŸๆ™‚

ๆ˜Ÿใ€…ใฏใ‚ทใƒผใƒˆใฎไธ‹ใซ
ๆตฎใ‹ใ‚“ใงใ„ใŸ
ใพใ‚‹ใง ๆบบใ‚Œใฆใ—ใพใฃใŸใ‹ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซ

ใใฎๆ™‚
ๅฝผๅฅณใฏใƒžใƒƒใƒใ‚’ๆ‰‹ใซๅ–ใ‚Š
็ซใ‚’ใคใ‘ใŸ
ไธ€ใคใšใค
ๆœ€ๅพŒใฎไธ€ๆœฌใซ็ฏใŒใจใ‚‚ใฃใŸ

- ใƒŸใƒใƒผใƒฉใ‚คใƒณ

๐Ÿ’ซ๐ŸŒ ๐Ÿ•ฏ๐Ÿ“–

The Last Strand, Pastel, Michie Lyne, 2025.

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