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(A thought not an invitation)
Certain connections arrive already
gentle they linger they return they
do not ask over time five main
spaces move at the same pace the
exchange stays small so it can feel
real those who feel it understand
without being told.
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(A thought not an invitation)
Certain connections arrive already
gentle they linger they return they
do not ask over time five main
spaces move at the same pace the
exchange stays small so it can feel
real those who feel it understand
without being told.
Found in the margin,
ryuways.entry
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COURTESY OF WINTER / βοΈβ₯
Hush & PaperβStars.
This small winter postcard drifts gently toward @Ryuways. Folded wishes &, wrapped in soft cold, and a smile meant to arrive gently. Sealed in quiet chrome, a soft bruise folded between paper hours. I let the cold sign its name slowly, lace the silence with patient light, and leave this hush where your hands may find it. The night behaves politely here, cups of dimness set on the table, petals of frost learning how to stay, nothing hurries the ink. And.. only a calm damage resting in place, waiting to be held! β‘
Sealed with warmth,
Cute Candence.
COURTESY OF WINTER / βοΈβ₯
Hush & PaperβStars.
This small winter postcard drifts gently toward @Ryuways. Folded wishes &, wrapped in soft cold, and a smile meant to arrive gently. Sealed in quiet chrome, a soft bruise folded between paper hours. I let the cold sign its name slowly, lace the silence with patient light, and leave this hush where your hands may find it. The night behaves politely here, cups of dimness set on the table, petals of frost learning how to stay, nothing hurries the ink. And.. only a calm damage resting in place, waiting to be held! β‘
Sealed with warmth,
Cute Candence.