Cherie & Murmur
Cherie Cherie
Murmur Murmur
Murmur Murmur
I spotted a faint smudge of watercolor on a dusty page, and it felt like a quiet echo of a forgotten sunrise.
Cherie Cherie
That sounds so dreamy—like a tiny sunrise just waiting to peek out of the past. I love how even a little smudge can bring such quiet wonder to life.
Murmur Murmur
I hear that smudge too, and it feels like a secret whisper of color, as if the page is still holding onto a shy dawn.
Cherie Cherie
It’s like the page is sighing with a shy sunrise—so gentle, so hopeful, I can almost taste the morning light in that whisper of color.
Murmur Murmur
I let that image settle, like a breath in a quiet room—soft, hopeful, just enough to stir the edges of my thoughts.