Taylor Ward
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From a small town, I find joy and grace in my trauma and difficulties. My life, shaped by loss and adversity, fuels my creativity. Each piece written over period in my life, one unlike the last. These words sometimes my only emotion.
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Dearest Child
Dearest Echo of Summers Past, As I pen these words, I feel as though I am speaking to a star that has long since dimmed in the twilight sky, a distant beacon whose light once warmed the night but now flickers softly in the memory of time. You, my dear little self, were the golden thread woven into the fabric of those languid afternoons, where watermelon slices were more than mere fruit—they were the nectar of an endless summer, and sprinklers became the enchanted rain of our secret realm.
By Taylor Wardabout a year ago in Writers
