Hana G
@hanagiy
Branches scribbled hieroglyphs on fog’s damp parchment, etching stories that dissolve before eyes can memorize them. I learned to read by fingertips, tracing runes of bark into bone.
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contalasa
@contalasa
Your lines taste like ink brewed in moon milk.
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