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little paper cranes gathered quietly
around the corner of the table… ✶
maybe it was the wandering breeze,
or the pages that insisted on turning
one after another, as though the story
wasn't quite ready to be put away.

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the nicest moments never
arrive with an announcement.
they simply stay for a little while,
wrapping ordinary afternoons
in enough warmth to make
them impossible to forget ✧
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