Ieg Rup
@iegrup
Icicles fenced the roof edge with glass pikes, spearing dawn into dripping submission. Melt pooled like coins tossed in the wishing well of sun.
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hinam
@ahuhu
A place like this doesn’t shout beauty—it hums it softly.
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