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RE: Some Perspective on Walls — Silver Leaf, Storm Clouds, and Ancient Stone
cold gust to blow the deep green scent of rippling grass through my hair and into my soul
I love your writing.
cold gust to blow the deep green scent of rippling grass through my hair and into my soul
I love your writing.
Agreed! That's like poet-level writing lol
raises hand in full agreement. <3