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11h
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙪𝙨𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙛𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙜𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙮 𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜…
𝘼𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙨
𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩𝙡𝙮
𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨
𝙀𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙩𝙝
𝘽𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙮
— julie
Written on a quiet morning, letting the light speak.
Julie
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