understanding itself by metaphors, a head, heavier than usual, lifts into the rain of midnight. the droplets are like pines. they dance in the buffet of the breeze, refracting the light and the wind. a facsimile of snow. to the watchmen, their s… Read on blog or Reader Eunoia Review Read on blog or Reader prayer (xxvii) perfectsublimemasters May 26 understanding itself by metaphors, a head, heavier than usual, lifts into the rain of midnight. the droplets are like pines. they dance in the buffet of the breeze, refracting the light and the wind. a facsimile of snow. to the watchmen, their skins tighten around their hands, as if to ward off shards of glass. […] Continue reading Comment Like You can also reply to this email to leave a comment.

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