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As anyone who has had to pay college loans would know, education comes at a cost. To try to offset those costs, I have finally decided to share some of the many photographs I've taken while studying in the beautiful state of Maine, and sell them on Redbubble! 

Please check out my work at the following link:

 www.redbubble.com/people/saevu…

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As anyone who has had to pay college loans would know, education comes at a cost. To try to offset those costs, I have finally decided to share some of the many photographs I've taken while studying in the beautiful state of Maine, and sell them on Redbubble! 

Please check out my work at the following link:

 www.redbubble.com/people/saevu…
The Odyssey

Oh, how the ocean waves bash my ship, but seasickness is nothing when I feel the pain she left in my chest. Life pins me to the ground, beaching me on islands that only serve as distractions. Although I could have any goddess, it is the memory of her warm body against mine that allows me to fall asleep each night. So at midnight, I rise, taking a moment to spell her name in stars, and imagine that she’s curled up in the bed I made for her. She is the one who remembers me, despite admirers swarming her like wasps. In all my moments, the only time I could fall apart was in her arms. The waves may crash into me, and the journey may take away my youth, but I will still ride my way back home to my own personal Ithaca. This is where my lover is waiting for me, smelling like the violets and roses she tends to every morning.

Tao Te Ching

I once knew a man who loved another so much, he did not want to be remembered. He wrote poetry about being so flexible one could never be destroyed, but made the author the one who inspired him. As he wrote, he rested under a willow tree, watching the wind sway the tree’s branches back and forth. A day after meeting him, my love and I ran through the rain, the soft droplets hitting our bodies. Although it was barely a drizzle, our skin tensed, growing bumps as we shivered in the cold. Seeking shelter underneath the willow trees, my love told me I was much too stiff. The willow, she said, was never destroyed for a reason. It is the flexible that live the best life longest, like the ones who lived in that man’s book.

Early Irish Myths and Sagas

Although my love called me stiff, I would rather her call me a warrior. When I was a child, I decided I’d trade a lifetime without fame for just one day of glory. My love whipped her head to me, tears dripping from her cheeks, as she screamed, “You’d go to war for everyone else’s attention, but forget my love for you?” I left her as I took arms, slaughtering villages and armies, and only now do I feel the regret surge into my chest. It hits me in waves, rocking my heart back and forth, and freezing my lungs for moments at a time. Now, plenty remember me, but I wonder if she still hasn’t forgotten who I was with her.

Inanna

Last night, I received word that she nearly died. She heard of the deeds I did, imagined the snapping of bones, the gushing of blood, the cries for mercy,  though she was oblivious to the guilt I felt. A man from my home handed me a letter, written beautifully in cursive that looked like ivy. She wrote, “I felt like I was going to die, but instead, I made you dead to me. Now, my family, my friends, my neighbors, will not forget me. You will now fade from my memory, just as a wound becomes a scar. But I will not forget you.  But I will not allow you inside my heart. Your sister has begged to give you one more chance. Come home, and I’ll forgive you.” The man said she had tears in her eyes as she gave it to him. She refused to look at him leave, and finding a way to distract herself, weaving a crown made out of flowers.

If Not, Winter

I creep towards delicate flowers and overgrown roses,
daring to touch something that may no longer be mine. My dreams
of milk and honey,
of her,
become something tangible.
Rushing into my home,
heart burning,
I tear off my clothes, and change into the purple robes she wove for me,

only to realize
she was
Gone: Vignettes about being remembered
I thought to announce my return over a journal entry, but that didn't seem right somehow. I received several messages questioning my well-being, and to make matters simple, I am alright, and the year was incredibly busy. Now that it's summer, I hope I still have a place in the community. I had little time to write fiction, but some of the little I did is seen above. 

Thank you chromeantennae and AyeAye12 in particular for your concern--your posts on my homepage was warming to come back to. 

This piece is a series of vignettes, woven together and inspired by the various texts I read this year in my first year of college. It's not perfect, but I think it's appropriate to show you guys what I was up to in my absence from this site. Just for reference, some of the shifts in style is due to references to the style of the translations and writing of the texts I read. I'm not sure if I like it, but it was interesting to write. 

As always, I'd love opinions, critiques, comments, and thoughts.  
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seraphiclungs Featured By Owner May 22, 2015  Student General Artist
Thank you very much for the watch, my friend! :heart:
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AyeAye12 Featured By Owner May 4, 2015  Student Writer
WHERE'D YOU GO D:
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saevuswinds Featured By Owner May 17, 2015  Student Writer
Oh my goodness! I wasn't expecting anyone to notice :0 

This past year has been INCREDIBLY busy--my first year at college on top of an assortment of personal happenings gave me little time for either social media or writing, sad to say. Now that it's the summer, I am finally able to get back in the writing groove and try to yet again connect with the community. 

I'm touched that you'd show concern on my page :heart:
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AyeAye12 Featured By Owner May 17, 2015  Student Writer
Yussss, welcome back ^__^ & glad you're good!!
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saevuswinds Featured By Owner May 17, 2015  Student Writer
Thank you! :)
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chromeantennae Featured By Owner Jan 3, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
I hope you're well. Miss you. :heart:
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saevuswinds Featured By Owner May 17, 2015  Student Writer
As I mentioned in another comment, life made me put writing on the back burner. I'm incredibly touched that the writing community on deviantart would extend it's concern for a fellow writer, and now that I'm less stressed and busy I look forward to coming back to the community. I am doing much better, and I can't wait to get back to writing! :) 
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chromeantennae Featured By Owner May 21, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
:heart: I'm so, so glad to hear that and you're back. :huggle:
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saevuswinds Featured By Owner May 22, 2015  Student Writer
I am too! :)
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BlackBowfin Featured By Owner Aug 19, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Hello there.  Thank you kindly for faving Poor Wooden Puppy.  It's much appreciated.  Have a good one!  :)
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