Weekend Writing Prompt #463.
in response to : https://wp.me/p4hb99-2P1
My Treasury holds no gold,no coins stamped with passing kings.It gathers softer riches—laughter caught between breaths,hands held in quiet understanding, memories stitched like constellations.
I spend them freely,yet they never lessen. The more I give,the fuller they become,until I realize this wealth was never meant to be kept,only carried and shared.
— Maggie
The Afterlove Voice 💫
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