Some look at these and see pretty painted eggs. I look at them and see the fertility magic we star walkers have practiced and grown. Today you slip a prettily painted egg into the pocket of my apron- tomorrow I wake up heavy with your child.

Some look at these and see pretty painted eggs. I look at them and see the fertility magic we star walkers have practiced and grown. Today you slip a prettily painted egg into the pocket of my apron- tomorrow I wake up heavy with your child.

tags: Filth and Frills,

from: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/onequietdeath/141819425047