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pages petaled with invisible ink. 👱🏻‍♀🎹
when crocuses connive in the loam and lilac wind limns the whisper of secrets unsaid, i find myself scouring the days like an over-curious child rifling through the diary of the universe. doodles of love imagined into being yet never breathed aloud, all the while suspecting that somewhere—just somewhere beyond the veil of the ordinary. i only follow back if you’re on your main account, give feedback often, submerge in shared spaces, and business relevance to profile needs & writing comissions.

and so i go on,
amanda lia.