Page Turn

Bedside

By Edward SmithPublished about 13 hours ago • 1 min read

A thumb lifts the corner of yellowed paper, sunlight illuminating the worn edge of an open book

Page edge‍ lifts and‌ turns

Paper whispers against thu⁠mb

Words wait on the‌ next

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Edward Smith

I can write on ANYTHING & EVERYTHING from fictional stories,Health,Relationship etc. Need my service, email [email protected] to YOUTUBE Channels https://tinyurl.com/3xy9a7w3 and my Relationship https://tinyurl.com/28kpen3k

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