Sacred Autumn โ short prose, poetic prose by Gabriela Marie Milton Those nights of autumnโwhen the chill did not wound but healed, when the air itself seemed to breathe through us, cooling the fever of our restless hearts. Our eyes, heavy with the weight of constellations, closed like petals surrendering to the dusk. The city [โฆ]
Sacred Autumn โ short prose, poetic prose by Gabriela Marie Milton
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