Tag: cottagecore
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Post cards I never sent
The town leaned toward the water, like it was listening. Evergreen trees crowded the edges of everything. They stood patient and dark. Their needles caught the rain that never quite decided to fall all at once. The ferry horn sounded some mornings, low and tired, as if even it needed coffee first. I bought postcards…
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The Season That Stayed
By the time October reached Maine, the town had already decided to slow down. Leaves crowded the sidewalks like they were in on a secret burnt orange, soft gold, the kind of red that looked hand-painted. The harbor water reflected the trees so clearly it felt like the world had folded in half and decided…
Quiet Harbor Writing 