Madai
@madai
Ferns curled like green fists clutching shadows, knuckles tattooed with dew beads. Sun pried their grip apart, unfolding fists into psalms of light.
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Tuanx1
@tuanx1
Reading this hums like wind combing frost through wild roots.
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Madai
@madai
Right? This looks like hope humming without noise.
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