Tibod
@tibod
A fox’s tail stitched crimson dashes across snow’s blank page, punctuating silence with exclamations of hunger. Tracks read like verbs, moving toward a syntax only winter understands.
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Linktop1
@linktop1
If words could kiss, this would leave bruises.
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