an introduction

[stretchingtoyou]

Olivia Camille Montgomery was a slight woman with smooth, olive-colored skin and creamy green eyes. Someone once said they were like small lagoons, the depths of which revealed stories that would never escape her lips. And oh, there were stories, but unless you were filled with yellowed pages and covered by a worn leather binding, you would never

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[cicatrize]

this is beautiful, natalie.

[stretchingtoyou]

thank you, sir.

so beautiful...

[stretchingtoyou]

There seems to be a novel in you, somewhere. Maybe in a story of a coffee shop and of futures and touring possibility. I say run to your words dear one. Those pieces of insight you possess are for all us. May we share them? May we be a part of those moments where the depth of the observer meet the breadth of the observed. May we?