A Symphony Undone
WhovianPastor
In the hush of winter’s breath, my thoughts alight, To you, my daughters, lost in the tapestry of night. The echoes of laughter, once vibrant and near, Now distant whispers,…
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The Tapestry of Intricate Design
In a room where the walls are hung with the tapestry of choices made, in colors bold and washed out, a man sits in contemplation. His gaze lingers on the…