The ExperienceUnder the dappled light of an ancient oak, two figures sat in the gentle embrace of a spring afternoon. Evelyn, with eyes like stormy seas, pondered a pebble she held tightly in her...
I live among shadows and broken certainties. I speak little, I think too much. Each text is a failed attempt to translate what I can't even fully feel.
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