Aleti Ara
@aletiara
Frost quilted grass in seams of glitter, hemming fields with stitches of cold fire. Hooves of dawn ripped thread, unraveling silver back to soil’s bare hymn.
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Rack Rac
@chorack
This light feels like a conversation you never want to end.
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