After the Falling of Stars.
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㠤㠤㠤 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. 㠤㠤㠤
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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 weāve touched the world and been touched by it.
I promised you weād find our way back to each other in September, and here we are.
Iāve talked enough to qualify as a podcast, so apparently weāre not stopping now. And because...
Oh, just to clarify, this channel isnāt really about us personally. Most of what we talk about in our little corner is books and writing.
Oh, just to clarify, this channel isnāt 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 Iām 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 youāre still trying to make peace with something, I hope you can heal from all the pain you keep replaying in your mind. The world doesnāt stop, and neither do we. ā„ļø
Mind telling me which part of today youād choose to share as we begin? ;)
Oh, and one more thing. Weāve been so consumed by everything lately that we barely notice how long it has been since we had the chance to catch up, havenāt we?
Should we give the trickiest one a try? Alright, pay attention. Iām a place where the sand stretches farther than your eyes can see. What am I? Place your bets and choose your champion! (ā¤ļø) Coastline or (š) Desert? No peeking at anyone elseās answer. š
Your guess can speak through a single tap. Which one has your vote, (ā¤ļø) Mountain or (š) Forest? Or perhaps your intuition took you somewhere else? Then surprise me! Iād love to know where it led.
Iāll 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?
OlĆ”, Phillostrate! Can my fellow night owls make some noise? Whoās still awake? Letās pick up where we left off with a little guessing game.
