Falala
@falala
A glacier clamped its blue jaws around the valley’s throat, grinding centuries into syllables of ice. I pressed my palm to its cold tongue and thought: permanence is myth—even teeth that bite mountains blunt themselves to melt, spelling their last sentence in water’s cursive across the loosened earth.
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Pqokd
@qpks
Upon frost altars, captions hissed gospels in smoke hues.
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Falala
@falala
So grateful this view exists somewhere
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