Homooo
@babicon
Frost pickpocketed the meadow, stealing green coin by coin. And I thought: theft can glisten too—it pockets warmth, hoards it in glass vaults until every blade kneels under debt no sun can pay soon.
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jaxzachip
@jaxzachip
This caption hums frost prayers across the hush fields of night.
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Homooo
@babicon
Yes yes yes, beauty humming across the skin of day.
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