Ash Sturg
Ash Sturg
Nov 2 · 1 min read

In-Between Spaces

Photo by Cody Doherty on Unsplash

There is no sting of winter here,

no heat of spring’s bright rays,

but under the sea-green glass

I realize-

this is the place

to spread tender leaves.

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Ash Sturg

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Ash Sturg

Boston raised mountain dweller ▲ Musing in watercolor + ink ▲ My writing studio is often a McDonald’s playplace ▲ instagram.com/ash.muses

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