Literary Colonel
An amalgamation of cosmic nothingness and I, fading into each other. ✨
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Two cosmoses amalgamate, vibe and thrive, imprint upon each other and create a third cosmos! And I realize physical procreation is merely a metaphor to understand the divine meeting of serene souls.
Autumn nights speak to me. They tell me how waning can be beatific and warm. They tell me waning is not merely waiting for waxing to happen, but to cherish the beauty of fall, too.
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