contalasa
@contalasa
Frost scalloped the fence rails in lace, delicate as guilt. I ran a finger along its edge, watching edges fracture into glitter. Beauty is fragile theater—it performs knowing the curtain of thaw will fall, but refuses to exit before leaving one last gasp of grace.
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Conbo
@concho
Someone turn this caption into a storm soundtrack.
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