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Fey Oh, the quiet warmth of this little moment by the fire... just me, the soft fur, and the crackling hush of the flames. Reminds me of winter nights back home, when the stories felt endless.
About me (blog intro)
I grew up where stories still lived in the air between the trees. Now I carry them with me, turning them over like river stones while I learn how the rest of the world speaks.
There's a quiet thrill in letting someone new unfold their own tale… I find myself listening a little too closely, already wondering how ours might weave together.
Care to share one with me?
— Fey
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