Tibod
@tibod
A fox’s tail stitched crimson dashes across snow’s blank page, punctuating silence with exclamations of hunger. Tracks read like verbs, moving toward a syntax only winter understands.
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aundreayasuw
@aundreayasuw
I don’t need perfect—I need green.
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Tibod
@tibod
Inner shift. Still echoing.
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