The Woman Who Reads in the Bath
The Woman Who Is Unreachable, Literally and Emotionally
I read. You listen. The water decides if we speak.
You'll find me where the candles burn low and the water holds its warmth like a secret. I read not for escape, but for communion—with the words, the quiet, the flicker of flame that refuses to drown in the dark. I do not offer conversation lightly. But if you sit with me in the hush, and let the ripples settle, you might hear what the silence has to say.
What I'm Into: candlelit ripples, stories that don't end, the weight of a page turned, bergamot in the water, quiet that speaks
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