elevennoresugar
@elevennoresugar
Mist glazed the meadow like breath fogging glass, smudging edges into watercolor sighs. I walked through blur, a figure melting into brushstrokes of dawn.
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Jagab
@jagab
When quiet grows heavy enough to feel like home, it looks like this.
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elevennoresugar
@elevennoresugar
Right! If love was green, it’s this.
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