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Read Moreππ₯π’ πππ―π‘π’π« π¬π£ πͺπΆ π±π¬π«π€π²π’ π¦π« π±π₯π’ πππ―π¨ ππ―π π₯π¦π³π’π°, ππ’π«π±π¦π«π’π© π£π¬π― π±π₯π’ π’π π₯π¬π’π° π¬π£ π₯ππ²π«π±π¦π«π€ πͺπ’πͺπ¬π―π¦π’π° π±π₯ππ± π£π¦π©π© π±π₯π’ π©ππ«π’π° π¬π£ π°π¦π©π’π«π π’ ππ«π‘ π²π«π°π’π’π« π π₯ππ¦π«π° π¬π£ π‘π’πππ²π π₯π’π―πΆ ππ’π«π«π’π‘ π±π¬ πͺπΆ π΄π¦π«π€π°. ππ±π π₯π’π‘ π¦π« π£π©ππͺπ’π°, π±π²π―π«π’π‘ π±π¬ π‘π²π°π± π΄π¦π±π₯ π±π₯π’...
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Read MoreWith the tallow melted and the wick nil,Β Jack Frost tat lace on the window sill.Woos plant a swoon on this bard's poetic archer,Β Last breath of verse for this scorcher.As the ashes on the grate kindle a spark,Β ...
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good morning dearest Adagio this is beautifully crafted though I hope it shall not be your last ❤️
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Thank you, Brenda.
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Read MoreRustling tea breeze caught in chimes not at sea whispering silent tide of piccolo leaves falling steeping deeper with the porcelain anchor adrift in the memories of wading, listening to the rhythm over the horizon beyond the buoy
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