One Who Wanders (abiona) wrote,
One Who Wanders
abiona

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A gentle June haze rolls with shadowed hills. The sky is pink, windows glint orange. It is like a gem of strange shape, unpolished except for where it has been cut by nature. Distance seems illusory, and I feel ageless. Life is precious in its decay.
Tags: is your heart in the right place?
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