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words knocked at my door, to find a place inside.

words knocked at my door, to find a place inside. The wildflowers bloom and dry up, without my acknowledgement and without my sight. I yearn for windows without curtains. Windows where I can lay my head and feel to sleep in solace. May be it cannot provide me the warmth I want but solitude lies only in the lap of that window. Only black and white envelope my thoughts now. Some in black. While others in white. Bonjour Stitchers 🙋🏻 Our Beautiful Fabric #QSitsbeenlongsince is out! 🤩 📍Stitch your words on this beautiful prompt. Mesmerize others with Quote Stitchers challenge.✨
words knocked at my door, to find a place inside. The wildflowers bloom and dry up, without my acknowledgement and without my sight. I yearn for windows without curtains. Windows where I can lay my head and feel to sleep in solace. May be it cannot provide me the warmth I want but solitude lies only in the lap of that window. Only black and white envelope my thoughts now. Some in black. While others in white. Bonjour Stitchers 🙋🏻 Our Beautiful Fabric #QSitsbeenlongsince is out! 🤩 📍Stitch your words on this beautiful prompt. Mesmerize others with Quote Stitchers challenge.✨
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