Aug 3
âŠâË.ââžââēâ*āŠâŠâ§âË âŠâË.ââžââēâ*āŠâŠâ§âË âŠâË.ââžââēâ*āŠâŠâ§âË âŠâË.ââžââēâ*āŠâŠâ§âË
I gathered these fragments where the light forgets itself â
in the deep forest, in the blue hour, under the quiet watch of the moon, in the soft weight of things already gone;
gave them form, then left them here
âž Echoes
âŠâË.ââžââēâ⧠âŠâË.ââžââēâ⧠âŠâË.ââžââēâ⧠âŠâË.ââžââēâ⧠âŠâË.ââžââēâ⧠âŠâË.ââžââēâ
