Eqlun
@eqlun
Snow combed branches with white lacquer, stiffening twigs into porcelain comb teeth. Birds skipped like black beads across that brittle spine of frost.
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Beeg
@beeg
This place looks like a poem that wrote itself.
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Eqlun
@eqlun
My phone temperature dropped from calm vibes.
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