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september is a promise.

september is a promise.

september is a promise that smells like wisdom and woodsmoke close your eyes and breathe it in september is a revival drifting through harvest skies sapphire stained in umber and walnut and ginger spice and i am in love with the way the earth keeps teaching me that we...
ashes to dust.

ashes to dust.

the darkness bloomed within the tomb devouring the day the past reaching out from the shadows stealing life’s light so eden sank to grief swallowed up by memories while the ghosts rose speakingin secrets in tongues in whispers that fell like leaves into the abyss and...