TamaraSchmeler43
@tamaraschmeler43
Shadows pooled under birch trees as evening folded into itself. Their trunks glowed like pale columns, holding up a roof woven from whispers of wind and threads of dying light.
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primacyate
@primacyate
The softness here claws at me gently.
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