Idalia Featherstone

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  • Idalia Featherstone started out as a poem that I made earlier this year. But after I showed my mom, she convinced me to continue writing it. Which lead me to set the scene with the prologue, a nameless girl, who is face-to-face with misfortune and pain. While the first paragraph of chapter one ventures into the life of a young girl, Cleo, who is experiencing more then she can handle.

  • Creativity is like breathing, you don't know your doing it most of the time; its cruel and beautiful at the same time. But in those moments of awareness, it's like being one with life. The constant flow of ambiguous thoughts that are created in the moment. It gives me joy.

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