"𝗂𝗆 𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖽𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗁" - 𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗅𝖾𝖾
"𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗉𝗈𝖾𝗆𝗌" - 𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗇𝖺
but if you were a god you would see them. you would look down at this grove of pines, the fresh tips flared lucent at each treetop, tender-damp in their autumn flush.
disc ￫ yas #6846
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