She heard them. The chords of cogency. Crescendoing. Pulsating with hermeneutical harmonies that filled her with a sensation she hadn’t felt in years. The clarity descending in notes that burst her heart.
Her heart. That’s what she could feel!
She was right to leave.
And she didn’t just walk. She floated. On the weightless tears of Another.
He turned her back, from face down, and she left forever.
Right out of that grave.
say no to clowns 
I loved this. Going to tweet it.
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You’re so good to me! xo
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You inspire goodness in people , V🌻💚💙💖🙋🏻
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What a gorgeous thing to say. I would say the same of you!
(Also, I was in the middle of a slight edit when you first commented, hope that’s okay.)
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brilliant V!!!
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That means so much to me, thanks OP/D 😊❤💚
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Wow, this one, Vanessa, wow. Love this.
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I so appreciate your feedback!! ❤
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Happy to! 🤓🤓
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oh those faces I adore hahaha
I don’t know if you listened to the song, but that’s what inspired me this time. holy moly, those chords, like re-creation. I keep listening to it.
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