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Seven seconds
Is what I count as veins of
Lightning rend the skyline, ending summer.
Earth and I—consumed,
Nuanced by our inner storms & sense of wonder—
Cannot make a sound (while all is)
Evanescent—while we’re under heaven, waiting for the thunder.
About the Creator
Gina C.
Novelist | Architect of Worlds
Sowing stories rooted in culture, myth, & love.
Busy writing my fantasy books! 🐚🧚♀️🐉✨
🌱Debuting soon as Gina C. Vittoria :)
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