| treescape | ||
| typhoid |
roasted toasted broasted coasted broiled roiled coiled spoilt since i left you in the pines i cant find my mind but i don't mind |
000715 |
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| estarocks | i put together fragments of my life. | 040717 |
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| misstree |
there are jagged rocks, obsidian and granite and quartz, and between them scrubby grass flourishes in its half a season. rivers sweep through the seams. trees tower, some burnt, some alive, and at the base of the burnt ones whole colonies of younglings struggle for their chance. a raven sounds off-notes, its voice taken by the gods a million moons ago. a single white flower springs from a rock_and_mud path. and inside, the scarlet wildflowers have bloomed and died, but they're putting forth their buds once more, waiting for the spring's winds. |
040717 |
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| z | mt! | 040717 |
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| newme | tree escape | 040718 |
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| jane | thoughtscape | 040718 |