On Moving to an Island
Sometimes the bravest thing you do is leave everything familiar behind — the pine smell, the grey skies, the people who knew you before you knew yourself...
Raynee Days
poetry, paint & salt water
Born between Oregon pine and Hawaiian salt air, Raynee turns feeling into form — through poetry that pulls you under and paintings that bring you back to the surface.
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A collection of poems born from every wave life threw — heartbreak, grief, moving away, and somewhere in the chaos, finding love. Raw, real, and unapologetically honest.
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It wasn't about being good. It was about being honest with my hands. About letting something exist that didn't need words, didn't need to make sense...