dandelion | the black atlantic | hannahjenkins
pretty listening. eyes adjusting to early evening sun shapes dancing around my bedroom. there was an afternoon nap. rare but when i give in to the tired, let down while sinking, drifting - that’s when the real sleep happens. magic. just like those dandelion blossoms in my nana’s yard. i loved to make wishes. dream big.
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