“These words also exist because of Circe, so I don't forget her, so I can hear the magical sound my enchantress made, the subtle vibration that slips between the folds and curves of these clandestine letters. If I close my eyes, I hear it, because she's with me, though her body is in the earth, in that tree I imagine to be green and in bloom.”
the feels this gave me. actually cried.
— Jan 26, 2026 10:51AM
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