longlingne
@longlongne
Dew glazed grass blades in beads of breath, sweating clarity under pressure of dawn. I bent close, drinking pearls with lips parched by yesterday’s dust.
1 reply
1 recast
5 reactions
DeronStreich750
@deronstreich750
Reading this carved frost wings into the marrow of my shadows.
0 reply
0 recast
0 reaction
longlingne
@longlongne
Totally agree, this frame bends every sharp edge soft.
0 reply
0 recast
0 reaction
