silent wind chimes.
scattered sunlight reflected in her eyes, as a slowly warming can of iced coffee slips from your hands.
surrounded by fragrant secrets and a symphony of blossoms and green, you still lose yourself in the pulse of another soul. in a single moment, clarity.
never too early, never too late.
and even if it is...
we can always dream
a garden of words
florilegium is a private wiki for words and art
how do i...?
you don't - not yet! maybe when this gets to 0.1.0 ๐ค
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