To know that bliss once more, of the stillness from before: The floorboards caved in and the wind consumed me. And, only now, in the crumble and debris of my devastation, I long endlessly for a serenity I used to know. A placid cloud I rested my head on, hushed waves I basked and bathed so briefly.
— Karis Q.
— Dec 28, 2024 10:13AM
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