After the Falling of Stars.
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ㅤㅤㅤ I had forgotten about how love is supposed to be, all teardrops were never meant to stay longer than the hands that caused them. I have seen completely how, once happiness is no longer a distant chase, it is just like the air I breathe. ㅤㅤㅤ
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Hands. The first language of the human body. The part of us that always remembers how to reach. Every scar on them is proof that we’ve touched the world and been touched by it.
I promised you we’d find our way back to each other in September, and here we are.
I’ve talked enough to qualify as a podcast, so apparently we’re not stopping now. And because...
Oh, just to clarify, this channel isn’t really about us personally. Most of what we talk about in our little corner is books and writing.
Oh, just to clarify, this channel isn’t really about us personally. Most of what we talk about in our little corner is books and writing.
August is almost packing its bags, so I’m putting in a little request for a September reunion. Take care until the next time we get to say hello more often whenever we can!
If you’re still trying to make peace with something, I hope you can heal from all the pain you keep replaying in your mind. The world doesn’t stop, and neither do we. ♥️
Mind telling me which part of today you’d choose to share as we begin? ;)
Oh, and one more thing. We’ve been so consumed by everything lately that we barely notice how long it has been since we had the chance to catch up, haven’t we?
Should we give the trickiest one a try? Alright, pay attention. I’m a place where the sand stretches farther than your eyes can see. What am I? Place your bets and choose your champion! (❤️) Coastline or (🍓) Desert? No peeking at anyone else’s answer. 👀
Your guess can speak through a single tap. Which one has your vote, (❤️) Mountain or (🍓) Forest? Or perhaps your intuition took you somewhere else? Then surprise me! I’d love to know where it led.
I’ll give you an easy one to start. You might find me above the clouds, covered in snow, and very, very cold. Who could I be?
Olá, Phillostrate! Can my fellow night owls make some noise? Who’s still awake? Let’s pick up where we left off with a little guessing game.
