May 17, 2025
More in Dregs & Other Unreadables not far from the heat of geysers
the sincerity of the soft petals startled me as I stared at a pink flower on the ground by a bison's hoof
morning sunlight washed it in gold but the truth remained for a few seconds until his two thousand pounds crushed her into the dirt.
i wonder if you can forgive me that.
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