Things that are felt but can’t be held… Like air, cold winter breeze
Like warmth, and mid-summer heat. Like the fog of an early autumn morning… And you my darling.
And you
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Heloooow and mahadsanid(thank you) for visiting my blog. I'm Munimar(combo of my two names) I'm a mother of two darling boys, a Creative soul, lover of Coffee & Kindness. I am a survivor and it's my mission to inspire and encourage my fellow survivors. Say hi😊 View more posts
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