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Rachel DeSot ☕️📖

She sat upon the hill, her #wildflower eyes reflecting the rippling bluebonnets. Her long hair tangled in the wind, and she was whisked into the sky like a kite. She

Helen Whistberry

#Owl spied a soft shape in the misty forest. A fawn, cold and alone. He wrapped one great wing around the small deer to still its shivers, hooting lowly of

#vss365#WipWordSearch#BraveWrite https://twitter.com/SarikaJaswani/status/1292110942973681665 Years have fallenSwept awayFrom her eyesCreases #bearPain of tearsNever wailedTides of green Have tsunami ofStories veiledDreams stackedAs secrets