Memories drifting and piling up quietly, like letters on the doormat of an empty house. — Lucy Wood, Weathering
Memories drifting and piling up quietly, like letters on the doormat of an empty house. — Lucy Wood, Weathering
Memories drifting and piling up quietly, like letters on the doormat of an empty house. — Lucy Wood, Weathering
Memories drifting and piling up quietly, like letters on the doormat of an empty house. — Lucy Wood, Weathering
Memories drifting and piling up quietly, like letters on the doormat of an empty house. — Lucy Wood, Weathering
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Memories drifting and piling up quietly, like letters on the doormat of an empty house.

— Lucy Wood, Weathering
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