Falling through the cracks

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Blackened embers still burning now and then
A white moon smudged
In-between
I built my castle on reclaimed land
Dug the wet sand till its grains hurt
between skin and nail
Swept away the sea
Pushed back the tidal waves of full moon
the basalt gray
Call me sturdy

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● About Me

Hi, I’m Amrita—the voice behind Diligent Candy. I’m a writer, educator, and quiet rebel drawn to slow living, thoughtful words, and mildly overthinking everything. This blog is my corner of the internet where intellect meets whimsy, and where I explore the sweet spots between scholarship, simplicity, and joy.