7/15/2021 rooms with herthere is no feeling like walking into a room with her.
her breeze like a piano melody mellifluously mixed with a single french horn, her every move in these faceless rooms making the crescendo bloom. she is always the sun at every angle and in every light. we’re all just lucky to bathe in the warmth and so glad to dim in comparison. Comments are closed.
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