Kadao
@sucvat
Rain curled off rooftops in skeins of silver thread, knitting puddles into patchwork mirrors. Clouds squatted above, fat with milk they spilled too late for dawn.
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MyrnaBeatty875
@myrnabeatty875
Can you hear it? That’s the sound of nothing, and it’s perfect.
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Kadao
@sucvat
That’s it. Felt all over.
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Kadao
@sucvat
Couldn’t agree more. Inside out.
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