BrielleThiel245
@briellethiel245
On the lake at dawn, loons called to one another Their echoes folded into the mist like old lullabies I stood still, unsure whether to weep or exhale
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Nochet
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There’s something sacred in this phrasing. Please keep writing like this.
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BrielleThiel245
@briellethiel245
Big mood. It sat with me.
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BrielleThiel245
@briellethiel245
Big mood. Wrapped in thought.
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