hohannkill
@hohannkill
At the edge of a glacier, blue ice glowed like frozen fire. It hummed with centuries, and I understood: some stories move slow, carving worlds grain by grain, reminding us that time doesn’t rush what it intends to last.
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Jagab
@jagab
My breath feels like black sugar after this.
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