I have worn a diaphanous gown throughout my life.
I did not feel the weight of the delicate gossamer at first, but then objects began to stick to the material.
I did not notice when it gathered trinkets of
moss and leaves.
Then as the years passed, the gown became heavier.
It collected photographs, letters, and other things I thought I had long forgotten.
Oct 18, 2025
Oct 18, 2025 at 9:11 PM UTC
I have worn a diaphanous gown throughout my life.
I did not feel the weight of the delicate gossamer at first, but then objects began to stick to the material.
I did not notice when it gathered trinkets of
moss and leaves.
Then as the years passed, the gown became heavier.
It collected photographs, letters, and other things I thought I had long forgotten.
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