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Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning's rush,
I am the swift uplifting rush.
Of quiet birds in circles flight,
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there. I did not die.
~ Mary Elizabeth Frye.
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Kind of a day early update because I missed you guys. 💖
Btw, come next Thursday, prepare to get real sad xD. Also, I'm going to be leaving for Italy on Tuesday night and get there on Wednesday which means I don't know when I'll be able to post on Thursday exactly because I might be *touristing*. But don't worry, I'll be posting no matter what (hopefully because my next week is super busy).
Question:
What do you think happened with Faye for her to have nightmares and hate the color red and be so attached to the color blue?
Yep. That's what I'll be revealing. I'm so excited because I wrote the coming scene before I even started this book so YAY!
Becaue I'm supposed to be sleeping (again) and my eyelids are drooping, I gotta end this right here. See you soon. 💞
Galaxies of Love,
Zoha.
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