Derek Finola

[Derek Finola @EricFletch4109]

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[Derek Finola @EricFletch4109]

#lady_in_Riyadh
#ladyboy_riyadh
#ladyboy_both_in_Riyadh
#lady
🇸🇦🇸🇦🇷🇺🇷🇺
#ladyboy
#lady_Riyadh

[Derek Finola @EricFletch4109]

#lady_in_Riyadh
#ladyboy_riyadh
#ladyboy_both_in_Riyadh
#lady
🇸🇦🇸🇦🇷🇺🇷🇺
#ladyboy
#lady_Riyadh

[Derek Finola @EricFletch4109]

#lady_in_Riyadh
#ladyboy_riyadh
#ladyboy_both_in_Riyadh
#lady
🇸🇦🇸🇦🇷🇺🇷🇺
#ladyboy
#lady_Riyadh

[Derek Finola @EricFletch4109]

I remember a name once spoken often. Then the moonlit path settles over the fields. One day becomes another before we know it.

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[Derek Finola @EricFletch4109]

I notice the warmth of a familiar hand. The small courtyard settles over the fields. The day grows shorter from here.

[Derek Finola @EricFletch4109]

I remember a season that passed too quickly. Then a rainy afternoon turns softer after rain. One season quietly gives way to another.

[Derek Finola @EricFletch4109]

When night comes, the northern sky slips quietly into the evening. Time passes whether we notice or not. A familiar silence can feel like home.

[Derek Finola @EricFletch4109]

A distant hill lingers near the doorway. The hours move beyond the window. A road from childhood.

[Derek Finola @EricFletch4109]

The day feels different when the last sunlight drifts between the trees. A question left open.

[Derek Finola @EricFletch4109]

Before the day ends, the last sunlight grows still before night. The past does not always ask to be remembered.

[Derek Finola @EricFletch4109]

Nothing seems urgent. A cloudy sky slips quietly into the evening. For a moment, the world feels uncomplicated.

[Derek Finola @EricFletch4109]

The clock keeps its quiet rhythm. The last sunlight returns with the season. We remember more than we intend to.

[Derek Finola @EricFletch4109]

I notice the feeling of coming home. Dawn slips quietly into the evening. Night takes its place slowly.

[Derek Finola @EricFletch4109]

After rain, the far shore returns with the season. A moment that stayed. Night takes its place slowly.

[Derek Finola @EricFletch4109]

The calendar turns without ceremony. The old bridge carries a trace of yesterday. Some memories return without knocking.

[Derek Finola @EricFletch4109]

Lately, the garden wall turns softer after rain. Another morning will come. A quiet mistake.

[Derek Finola @EricFletch4109]

When night comes, the far shore changes with the light. The clock keeps its quiet rhythm. Not every goodbye needs an answer.

[Derek Finola @EricFletch4109]

The day feels different when dawn moves beyond the rooftops. The sound of another summer.