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@ianhieu
Frost lacquered bark into brittle gloss, sealing veins of sap under mirrors of bone. I pressed my cheek to its chill, hearing tree hearts tick in frozen metronomes.
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harskansa
@harskansa
A horizon that feels like an exhale—that’s this.
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