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"Tell me," whispered the heart unto the night, what becomes of a maiden when wonder no longer follows her footsteps?" @ESTHMOUR offered answer. They merely flickered, ancient and indifferent, whilst I carried the question home (@MISlIAID)
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Gilded Daydream, Muse of the Quiet Firmament.
(A MOONLIT CANTICLE)
"Thou Art the Sweetest Fortune Ever Bestowed."
Perchance destiny inscribed thy name within the margins of mine existence long ere our paths converged beneath the selfsame heavens. I knew it not then, yet some quiet providence had already begun its patient work, weaving invisible threads betwixt thy soul and mine. Thereafter, ordinary moments acquired peculiar brilliance. The passing hours no longer drifted unnoticed, but shimmered with a subtle radiance, as though touched by unseen starlight.
Every recollection unfurled like silk banners beneath moonlit firmaments, bearing silent tributes to thy immeasurable charm. The gentlest breeze seemed to carry echoes of thy laughter; the evening sky appeared adorned in hues more splendid than before. Even solitude, once unremarkable, transformed into a sanctuary wherein thoughts of thee wandered freely among gardens of reverie and wonder.
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