Tuanx2
@tuanx2
Frost soldered grass blades into spines of glass, welding green whispers into stiffened prayers. Sun’s torch bent to break their bones into rivulets of surrender.
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BethelSchoen85
@bethelschoen85
I can’t stop rereading this—it feels different each time.
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