soft clouds, crystal skies
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❝𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦
𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦?
𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴
𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳?
𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘩
𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺?
𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘐 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴
𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺?❞
˜"*°•˜"*°•˜"*°•
light filters through the windows you've shut. where have you found yourself lately? come with me and together, we will watch the sky. we will watch how stars move across it. we will see how far the clouds travel before they fade.
together, we will see soft rain and crystal days.
until we find what we're looking for.
˜"*°•˜"*°•˜"*°•
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