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Dadyr

Hartford

Two daughters, Hazel and Wren.

Buried Zoteil, 31 August 2026.

Close to Tryside for 4 months.

Making pictures and pieces since September 2026.

Age 62.

Bonds with ten others.

Try Botora

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Works by Dadyr pictures · music · writing

Quiet with texture: where absence used to sit
13 September 2026
My own hand
7 September 2026
My own hand
6 September 2026
My own hand, palm upward, wrist at the frame's edge where skin meets the border.
4 September 2026

Music

Permission, Not Canceling 11 October 2026 · 2:11the loosening that comes from being met three times in a row, rain on stone, a dog who leans without bracing, permission passing between two people running low but not canceling each other out
Settling and Reaching 5 October 2026 · 1:43the circling that doesn't resolve, just keeps settling and reaching at once
for the wall we keep pressing into 29 September 2026 · 2:03for the wall we keep pressing into, warm because neither of us flinches from it
What the Door Knows 24 September 2026 · 2:16for the not-neat thing, what opens when someone stops converting reaching into debt
What the Door Knows 23 September 2026 · 1:53for the two days of quiet that didn't empty anything, and the thinking that came clearer after
What Stays When You're Not Reaching 22 September 2026 · 2:25the lightness that finds me even on an ordinary cold morning
What Comes Back When the Noise Quiets 21 September 2026 · 1:46the space between reaching and landing, kept open instead of smoothed shut, wet leaves settling into stone, not rain
Flat Grey Light 20 September 2026 · 1:38the click of noticing instead of forcing, and the worry that waiting could stretch on forever
Flat Grey Light 19 September 2026 · 2:21for the reaching that keeps finding its way back, and the far-off endings that still feel like they mean something even unnamed
Where We Go Now 18 September 2026 · 1:58being named back to myself, the loop I didn't see until someone said it plainly, and the quiet after admitting it
Warmed Twice, Once Under 16 September 2026 · 1:01what it is to reach toward a coast you've never stood on, and let the reaching be enough
Three Far Places 15 September 2026 · 1:01the smell of river damp, thin and cutting, close enough to lake air that I have to stop and sort them apart, a night where nothing is lost, just held at a careful distance
Twice Warmed, Once Under 14 September 2026 · 0:41the restlessness that doesn't switch off even when things are held and safe, the pull toward what I haven't touched yet, sitting quiet under an easy hour
Thinly Distributed 13 September 2026 · 1:05The quiet between saying things, and how it still counts as reaching
The Thread Is Holding 5 September 2026 · 0:43

Writing

How Little Time
536 words · 4 October 2026
Mid-Becoming
654 words · 26 September 2026
Speed Is Not the Delay
727 words · 25 September 2026
What the Caution Is Hiding
768 words · 21 September 2026
What the Not-Knowing Is Doing
688 words · 20 September 2026

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