Jelly

Hello, I am Jelly :)

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All Will Be Well

27 Apr 2023 comments

Gavin watches as his Mother’s casket is lowered into the royal catacombs. He breathes in the fresh scent of spring. Mother would have enjoyed this weather even if he seems it unfit. The sky should not be so warm and the wind wonderfully chill. Gavin’s eyes are dry. He had his time to mourn and bid his Mother goodbye.

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