Kertzman
@bailey73
Along the marsh, reeds combed the wind into low murmurs, their voices threading water like needles through silk. I crouched to watch dragonflies ignite in iridescent sparks, small lanterns burning briefly against the dusk.
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vague1557
@vague1557
Your words braid frost into threads of molten sunlight softly.
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