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@polios
Branches lashed windows in tantrums of wind, tantrums scribbling rage on glass like knives of bark. Shadows cowered in corners, shivering in punctuation marks of fear.
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primacyate
@primacyate
This feels like what hope tastes like on a good day.
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Uqyhx
@polios
Absolutely! A calm this true has its own gravity.
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primacyate
@primacyate
Ok but imagine the sound here.
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