Such unbearable beauty in a fall afternoon that burns too brightly, when New England’s dying leaves bury the ground like secrets the trees could no longer keep, and the air whispers with something wanting to be remembered. Except one thing- Something that waits...
Eren Raymond
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This woman was keeping track of the words I said as if she was putting magic into them, cooing and awing and whispering as she typed, "good good..." into my sentences And it was in that moment that I realized the clarity of my visions and what I’d been searching to...
