Selma & Virelle
Selma Selma
Virelle Virelle
Virelle Virelle
Hey Selma, I was just staring at the way the autumn leaves drift and it struck me—what if each leaf carried a tiny story that only a quiet wind could read? Have you ever felt a leaf whisper back to you?
Selma Selma
Oh, that’s so poetic. I love how leaves seem to keep secrets in their rustle. When I sit by a quiet pond, I sometimes feel like a leaf is sharing a soft story with me, like the wind is a gentle librarian.