Hello! I’ve read “Somewhere Near the Wheatfields, Summer of ’51” over and over again, nearly five times already, because it shines in a way that makes me want to stay.
I miss your writing, it’s just a little truth i wanted to leave here, not to rush you, only to send a trace of warmth. Wherever you are, may life hold you gently, and may joy always find its way back to you.
Good night, and softly noted. ✨