Crackle, silence, sound
A familiar feeling
I am transported
Hoping to know myself better through writing.
How does it work?
As a vinyl record collector, I LOVE this.
More stories from Holland Grace and writers in Poets and other communities.
When you open me, I hope you feel all the things You were hoping to
By Holland Grace 3 years ago in Poets
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As a vinyl record collector, I LOVE this.