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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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ireliadami31
@ireliadami31
When silence blooms, it probably looks like this picture.
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