On the rise, on the peak; seen, unseen but on the edge. Not far, on the horizon, a dream, a scheme never far away. In faith, in tradition, around the corner. Unheard, but felt. A tug, a lure; in fog, in mist. Solid, unmovable a wealth that has no value to the material. Long and short, weaving, achieving a slow burning ember that transitions time and space, no real place. A sensation that spirals and unravels the essence of existence. A emotional pull that twists and churns inside the soul; in the core and unlimited prestigious folly of hope.
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A sibling and daughter to some, a friend to others. As an artist , writer, and dreamer N.K Sterling spends days crafting new creations be it in painting or jewelry making or dabbling in many creative avenues in life from music to sewing has only made Sterling more inspired to keep trying new things. Enjoying a good book by the fire, or an adventurous outing with furry friends is always a go to for this expressive soul. Writing has been a passion since the age of twelve and the associate's degree in liberal arts has only help expand this creative mind for future endeavors while currently living in the southern USA. View more posts