hohannkill
@hohannkill
Rain rinsed the sun off leaves, laundering daylight into puddles laced with silver thread. I cupped one in my palm, sipping clarity like wine pressed from clouds’ bruised fruit.
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godiva
@godiva
A softness that lingers even after you look away.
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