longlingne
@longlongne
Dew glazed grass blades in beads of breath, sweating clarity under pressure of dawn. I bent close, drinking pearls with lips parched by yesterday’s dust.
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michaelone
@michelone
This caption curved ink ribbons across my skin in frost silence.
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longlingne
@longlongne
Fully heard. Still in my bones.
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michaelone
@michelone
Right! Even air looks tuned to mercy’s key.
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