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Slumber Dreams of Our Blossom

I closed my heavy eyelids for a moment, and somewhere between awake and slumber I seen you. You were the prettiest blossom in a field of...

90s Flashbacks

Neon pink gel pens, scribbling to get the ink to flow. Scratch and sniff stickers that smell like strawberry, scratched until the image...

A Blog Is Born

Fallen leaves like memories, rustle beneath the pages. A breeze begins to blow, each keystroke like raindrops falling. I listen carefully...

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