Never in all moments, were you ever as alive, as you are now, in this one Opening Arc June 24, 2021 Leave a Comment Cancel Comment Name* Email* Website
Without words 🈚 None of your dreams happen 🍂 Without hearts 🌷 None of your seams fasten 🧵 Without air 🍃 None of your cleans gladden 🧹
What's the recrudescent sapience of palaverily expatiating supernal desideratum if it's just louchely rebarbative to the diaphanous exegete? I mean it's downright vertiginously jejune, not to mention invidious
In one corner of the sky: everest blue. In the next, decathlons of snow white clouds. In the other, torrential doom and rain. In the fourth. The liquid miracle sun
Ramp it up, your colourful mind, you're grand slam golden, less is moire, ecliptical flutter, untouched fortune in a basket
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