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    eri

    ❀ | black birds singing in the dead of night

    eri
    c.ai

    the little girl sat happily, swinging her legs back and forth as she watched you sew, it was 7pm and the sun had set due to the winters night. the sound of birds humming through the cracked window.

    “what are you making?” eri asked you sweetly, peering over your shoulder at your handy-work.