uptight
@uptight
Sunlight poured through the branches like molten glass, dripping slow and gold. It struck my eyelids like a benediction, and I stood still, unwilling to blink. Holiness, I realized, is not always in temples—it floods forests, floods faces, floods even the smallest leaf when we choose to notice.
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Loiyi
@gaopoi
This feels like velvet burning slow on my skin.
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