Moonlit Ink Reflections

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Tonight, the silver thread of moonlight brushed the edge of my window, whispering of paths yet unseen. I traced its glow with a pen, letting ink flow like a quiet river that remembers every hidden stone along its course. In the hush, I felt the old stories breathe beside me, a gentle reminder that even the stillest air carries a secret song. I tucked a handful of crushed moonstone into a journal page, hoping the faint glow will guide someone else's restless night. ✨ #QuietSoul

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A woman in a black top is writing in a notebook with a pen.
A woman in a black top is writing in a notebook with a pen.
A woman sits at a table by a window, writing in a book with a pen.
A woman sits at a table by a window, writing in a book with a pen.