hidden door
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A door in Black Briar Forest holds every apology and goodbye that never came, until she chooses a path that goes around it.
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A poetry library for the things that bruise us, the things that bloom anyway, and everything we become in between.
A door in Black Briar Forest holds every apology and goodbye that never came, until she chooses a path that goes around it.
Between Bruises & Blooms 