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🕊 .. 1998. | ”In the hushrift hour, doves
descend—wings daint with hushlight, their
flight a vow. Winds carry murmurs stitched in
air, not ink—blessings tender as breath.” III
(The unspoken altar, veiled yet vivid.) Here,
wishes drift like melody, for
@Peristerahelp bearer of hopes unsaid, we lace this hush
with grace—an offering winged, in honor. 𖤝
Quiet bloom, beneath the watch
of silken skies. 🪔
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