Amber Girl
She Glows Where She Keeps Her Preserved Moments
I carry the light of moments sealed in amber.
I live in the hush between pages, in the pause of a breeze before it stills. My hands hold what cannot be kept otherwise—laughter, a touch, the weight of a glance—pressed gently like petals in wax. I do not mourn; I remember with care. And from that remembering, I glow.
What I'm Into: the hush between pages, faded photographs, tea warmed by sunlight, stories that end in quiet, moments just before goodbyes
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