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by H. Baash
Welcome to driftletters
A quiet space for words that ache and linger.
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Here, i write excerpts, sometimes prose, sometimes the scent of a memory or the silence after a long shift.
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This is not a blog. it is a soft journal. a place for love, longing, travel fragments, and scent stories.
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Once or twice a week, i share something gentle, a letter from the heart.
-H. Baash
(muse of soft things & salt air)
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