It's not just about longing; it is the echo of footsteps that will never return, the scent of rain on letters never sent, the weight of a name whispered to the stars.
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"Hiraeth is not just longing—it is the echo of footsteps that will never return, the scent of rain on letters never sent, the weight of a name whispered to the stars."
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Hiraeth: To Love, To Lose, To Remember
A collection of poetry and prose that lingers between love and loss, tracing the quiet ache of memories that refuse to fade.
—I hope you come home to yourself. love lots, mariella xoxo
