Eve@eve-r· Jun 29The quiet of late night. In the blank space of thought, a childhood memory suddenly crosses my mind. The faint sound of wind in a world of silver. That was what the me of some day was gazing at. A distant, yet certain thing that is there. 🤍 🕊♡0·2 views
Eve@eve-r· May 10Just being here, at duskThe quiet rustle of turning pages. My fingertip traces the edge of the paperback. I love this pale light, around the time the sun begins to set. It doesn't stain anything; it simply exists there. 📖♡0·10 views
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