DAY 58
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It felt…
She’d written my story.
With the ink of her wings.
It was hers, yet ours. And perhaps many others.
The shore is in view.
🌼
n u a n c e s
DAY 58
📖
It felt…
She’d written my story.
With the ink of her wings.
It was hers, yet ours. And perhaps many others.
The shore is in view.
🌼