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arte y libros calavera ⊷

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Sneak peak of a commissioned series of artworks honoring the pregnancy and postpartum experiences of BIPOC Jews

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this piece features a hip closing ritual preformed at the beach during havdalah and a new moon 🌑🌊✨ I can’t wait to share the full collection of artworks with y’all! Stay tuned!

The Hermits live in a lovely little town, completely untouched... minus the massive corrupt company trying to break them down bit by bit.

A lot of them don't seem to mind the company; it's shop just has more options than the local shop.

Doc, though, is a recluse at worst, and horribly independent at most. While he loves his peers and fellow townspeople, he often finds himself wandering the woods just to escape a few of them.

Of course, it takes him by surprise when he sees the local poet sitting by himself under the shade of a tree, scribbling mindlessly in a notepad that was smaller than the palm of Doc's hand.

He does feel a bit concerned, though; why was he out here, just.. sitting alone? Not that he has much room to comment on it, since he'd been wandering the forest for a couple hours now just to avoid the new squabble between the shopkeepers.

Of course, the poet seems to notice how long Doc's been watching him from the deeper part of the forest; Joe hadn't been that spacey, to not feel someone's eyes on him.

He beckons Doc over, and the supposed admirer hesitantly approaches. He sits next to Joe without a word, looking as if he'd been full named by a loved one.

Joe only laughs and flips a few pages over in the notepad. Without warning, he begins reading off some of his poems; his voice is soft, a hint of honey to the tone.

He reads.

And Doc listens. can you tell this is pretty stardew valley inspired

It's like magic being spoken over Doc's ears, words he feels more than hears. Joe painting a picture, a feeling, an entire world that Doc is privileged enough to be granted access to.