Sunday, February 23, 2020

Magical Mornings

There are magical mornings when all the world is silent, except for the gentle breezes that leave you captured in its wake, often whispering to you softly of another time and another place. It’s on these mornings that evoke a feeling of being totally enveloped by the intoxicating melancholy of a lost love 💔𝐻𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑎 𝑊𝘩𝑖𝑡𝑒

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