My Halcyon Weekend
It was one of those weekends. When even the most ordinary of events sparkled with magic dust. The magic of pure unadultered joy that only happens when the external and internal self fold into each other until you can't tell where one ends and the other begins.
My halcyon weekend gave me a new breath of life.
This weekend I returned to myself.
It was one of those weekends. When even the most ordinary of events sparkled with magic dust. The magic of pure unadultered joy that only happens when the external and internal self fold into each other until you can't tell where one ends and the other begins.
My halcyon weekend gave me a new breath of life.
This weekend I returned to myself.
posted by starlight | 6:27 AM
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