in rooms where silence breaths and candlelight listens, she writesโ
between sips of bitter coffee, beneath the weight of unread pages, with ink-stained fingers and a quiet mind full of noise.
this is where thoughts turns to metaphors, and solitude feels like a soft companion.
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