I'm more fond of the things that are unheard, hidden, wounded, as I am fond of your hidden scars and crappy clothes, as I am fond of Hades and Eros' tragedies, as I am fond of dead trees telling their story through the falling leaves, all of the things that they oversight, I am fond to them, as I am fond of myself.
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Letters From Fall, reflects ache, laugh, agony, bliss, numbness and growth, all at once. I'm honored to have the experience not sure if I like the idea of owning, though if you'd read it would mean a lot.
You can get the book through the link provided, lots of love.
https://notionpress.com/read/letters-from-fall


















