
𝓞𝓭𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓑𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝔂
O Beauty, you arrive not with thunder, but with a whisper— a glint of light on cracked pavement, the hush between heartbeats, the moment a child laughs without knowing why. You are not loud, but you are felt. And when you come, we what it means to be alive. I once saw...
