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A silk blanket upon phalanges that barely cling onto thin air.
A silk blanket upon phalanges that barely cling onto thin air.
Indoctrination. Lazy brushes of wheat gently brushing onto each other into a faint rhythm; within it, you can hear Mother Nature hushing you into a daydream. Shhhh.
Sometimes waking up becomes the hardest thing to do.
The subtle smell of musk and coffee, with a hint of lavender and thyme.
Could this be the scent of love in the air?