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 Welcome to Her Mixed Muse — a quiet corner on the internet where I share poetry, fiction, and stories that live somewhere between the heart and the wild.

Writing has always been my way of processing the world — half shy, half fierce. Whether it’s a whispered poem, a short story, or a personal reflection, this blog is a space where I let my thoughts wander freely and honestly.

You’ll find pieces that explore emotion, memory, creativity, healing, and the human experience. Some are messy. Some are soft. All are real.

Thank you for reading, and for walking through my words with me. I hope something here speaks to your soul.

— Her Mixed Muse

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