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Mori Girl


Maybe others won't understand what they deem eccentric

Old fashioned, they'll call you

Really, they'll say, aren't you hot under all those layers?

Insistance is what you'll need in order to convince them this isn't a phase

 

Given the circumstances of the world, you find it better to slow down

Instead of accepting the mad rush of life

Resting under the forests blanket is where you'll find your rest

Let no one change you my dear

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forestsandtea

Lifestyle Mori Girl, kawaii enthusiast, and aspiring minimalist with a passion for Christ.

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