Jan
18
DO NOT BITE THE SUN, TRAVELER.
YOU WILL BURN YOUR MOUTH.
Dawn, like a pale green note of music in the mountains, woke me, and I sat up, damp, cold, and alone.
I belong in this twilight that hatched me.
...
Or do I?
Dawn, like a pale green note of music in the mountains, woke me, and I sat up, damp, cold, and alone.
I belong in this twilight that hatched me.
...
Or do I?
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