For the Versions of Us
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Dernière publication lun., oct. 27, 2025
inspired by the poetry collection "Extrusively Yours"
We are made of moments-
the ones that broke us, the ones that healed us,
and the ones that taught us how to keep going.
Through the voices of Chloe, Dana, and Alexa, this collection traces the journey of love in all its forms: the first spark, the quiet unraveling, the ache of goodbye, and the strength that follows.
Each chapter is a reflection-a letter to who we were, who we are, and who we're still becoming.
For the nights you overthought.
For the mornings you pretended to be fine.
For the versions of you that loved anyway.
This is for the versions of us who are still learning to let go.
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