The creak of an old, wooden chair.
The crackle of a warm fire.
The twinkle of a vast, night sky.
The pulse in the hand of the one you love.
Surely,
there cannot be more
than this?
~lt
The creak of an old, wooden chair.
The crackle of a warm fire.
The twinkle of a vast, night sky.
The pulse in the hand of the one you love.
Surely,
there cannot be more
than this?
~lt
You are an amazing writer ❤
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Thank you so much! You are very kind to say so 🙂
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Lovely & true.
Jan Antonsson Sent from my iPhone
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🙂
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