In some passing afternoon, with arms covered in paint, you apologized for being tattered, bare-legged and t-shirted.
Yet beauty comes from places wrapped with your effort and not some shiny display or a fine-feathered hat in a window.
I yearn for added years, but the now never empties into then, and only more and gloriously hopeful into will.
Yet beauty comes from places wrapped with your effort and not some shiny display or a fine-feathered hat in a window.
I yearn for added years, but the now never empties into then, and only more and gloriously hopeful into will.
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Date: 2026-06-18 03:01 pm (UTC)haunting