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I read you, like a well-worn book on a dusty windowsill, where the rain taps gently on the glass, and the scent of coffee mingles with the cool air of a spring morning. Each drop of rain heralds the promise of a new beginning, and the bittersweet farewell to what has passed. You are the pages of an open book, inviting me to lose myself within your story. As I take a sip of coffee, its warmth seeps into my soul, intertwining with the words that beckon me to read you, to feel you. I am drawn into your narrative, … Continue reading Reader …