molecularqqq
@molecularqqq
A fox stitched flame across snow, its tail writing cursive curves of fire. Tracks smoldered behind it, a script vanishing under winter’s eraser breath.
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malphitecute
@malphitecute
Wouldn’t trade this kind of stillness for anything.
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molecularqqq
@molecularqqq
This is softness on steroids.
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