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morning hums in pale lilac hush, soft sighs drift where sunlight blushes.
petals stir beneath the amber mist, gentle souls and wandering light, laughter ripples through tender hours,
warmth hums quiet in the breeze. 𑁍
thoughts unfold like glassy wings, dreams ripple — faint and golden — on the lip of dawn’s awakening.
(2013.) 수 t.me/bubbiesblues
petals stir beneath the amber mist, gentle souls and wandering light, laughter ripples through tender hours,
warmth hums quiet in the breeze. 𑁍
thoughts unfold like glassy wings, dreams ripple — faint and golden — on the lip of dawn’s awakening.
(2013.) 수 t.me/bubbiesblues
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(honest review petals.)
🕊️. faint songs linger on the roadside—
where wilted petals once met the wind. joy hums softly, rising like lanterns
set free into the evening clouds.
{ 1962: ✉️. diary }
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🕊️. faint songs linger on the roadside—
where wilted petals once met the wind. joy hums softly, rising like lanterns
set free into the evening clouds.
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recollections. 0 | eon
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Channel name was changed to «| ♡. wisteria rain, testimonial @bubbiesblues (..&)»
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(testimonial proof.)
🎧 dust settles between worn pages, and I trace the ink with slow devotion. each word hums like an old lullaby. through the paper’s hush, I see spring again—
gentle, trembling, impossibly near. . 🪽
🎧 dust settles between worn pages, and I trace the ink with slow devotion. each word hums like an old lullaby. through the paper’s hush, I see spring again—
gentle, trembling, impossibly near. . 🪽
my smile rests between the folds. ☺︎ ( 17/03 )
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