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@qpks
Rain slid like knives through the wheat, slicing the gold until the field bled green. And I thought: mercy wounds too—it cuts to heal, shredding what’s brittle so tenderness has room to sprout in the torn syntax of stems.
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Can someone put this on a t-shirt?
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@qpks
Absolutely yes, it feels like mercy folded in light.
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