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Solitude shrouded the wench beneath the moonbeam lurking amidst wisps of whitish amber. Fence felt cold devoid of hearth
heat. Nothing but seclusion and desolation could be felt.
&──── The Wench gazes out the window, hoping the letter she wrote will be mailed to someone: “All types of businesses except rental agencies and username galleries.”
✱ Courtyard Mailbox Awaits.
EG. I ) To My Dearest Ones.
Gentle help spread this newsletter.
Solitude shrouded the wench beneath the moonbeam lurking amidst wisps of whitish amber. Fence felt cold devoid of hearth
heat. Nothing but seclusion and desolation could be felt.
🫐 @Duskmourr / writing commision
&──── The Wench gazes out the window, hoping the letter she wrote will be mailed to someone: “All types of businesses except rental agencies and username galleries.”
✱ Courtyard Mailbox Awaits.