elevennoresugar
@elevennoresugar
From cliffs, the ibex scrapes a meal. Snow stings its nostrils. Hunger climbs any height.
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caubebuon
@toroday
Feels like this was written at sunrise in a forest.
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elevennoresugar
@elevennoresugar
Instead of conclusion, you offered calm continuation.
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caubebuon
@toroday
So gently your reply shaped the silence again.
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