Welcome to my little attic beneath the stars.
If every memory had a place to rest, I imagine it would look something like this: a quiet room where laughter still lingers in the air, shelves lined with well loved books waiting to be opened once more, the gentle warmth of winter's first sunlight spilling through the window, and the golden glow of a spring afternoon that always seems to last a little longer than it should.
Thank you for wandering into this little corner of my world. (still in progress)
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