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She, a muse in a floral dress, delicate and bright, Lost in the whispers of a book's deep sigh. A cat, her loyal companion, nestled on her lap, Purring a melody, a symphony of content.
Rocking gently, time flows like honey, Sweet and slow, in this haven of calm. Outside, the world may whirl and weave, But here, serenity reigns supreme
Her hair, a cascade of silken threads, Glistens in the morning's embrace. Eyes soft with the passion of a story., Lips curved in the hint of a secret smile. 1 reply
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