At the edge of a starlit forest, alone in a dusky glen, is a porch swing. It is a cozy little chair, hanging there in the dusty-blue clearing, swinging from an overhanging tree branch. Moss is carpeting the floor underfoot
At the edge of a starlit forest, alone in a dusky glen, is a porch swing. It is a cozy little chair, hanging there in the dusty-blue clearing, swinging from an overhanging tree branch. Moss is carpeting the floor underfoot
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