Introductory post.









Hello there😊,


My name is Adediran Esther but in the world of words, I'm known as Aurora. 


I'm a weaver of words. With my pen as my loom, I craft my imaginations into reality.


Here, I'll share with you my pains, my scars, my battles and my storms.


 But most importantly, I'll share with you my hope and my journey of healing; for there's always a light at the end of every dark tunnel.


So take my hands, will you share this with me?❤️


I'm a weaver of words. With my pen as my loom, I craft my imaginations into reality.

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