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I’ve looked for you in quiet evenings, when outside chimes would sing their melody. I would always wonder if the beauty you behold might ever cross your mind. In that dusk, where sounds could replace our eyes, I do wait for that one time, elegance will be your smile.
About the Archivist
This is a site based on my writing with a focus on cathartic moments and points in my life that I hope might resonate with readers.
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