Winter Frost Glimmers
Breath hangs in the icy dawn.
Wknter frost glimmers.
Breath hangs in the ucy dawn.
Trees wear silver crowns.
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Darla M Seely
I am 58 years old. I love to write poems, crochet, take photos, and make scrapbooks. I write poems about Jesus, love, friendship, how to improve, forgiveness, my cat, holidays. I enjoy making afghans for friends, family, taking photos
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When we launched Vocal nearly a decade ago, the world was a very different place. LLMs did not exist, and stories were created one at a time by people sitting down to write, revise, and share something personal. Many of our assumptions about publishing, trust, and participation were built for a world where effort and output were inseparable.
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Absolutely magical ❄️✨
Hey, Darla, This is Beautiful 😍 🤍💙❄️ also I Wanted To Let You Know That There Was 2 Typos (Wknter) I Believe You Meant "Winter"... (Ucy) I'm Sure You Meant "Icy".