small poems & small plates
and the beginnings and ends of the streets were lined with maples and hyacinths, a clashing of breeds and flowers and seasonality, and she found navigating such a prism slightly disconcerting as she walked on and off the edge of summer.
and the beginnings and ends of the streets were lined with maples and hyacinths, a clashing of breeds and flowers and seasonality, and she found navigating such a prism slightly disconcerting as she walked on and off the edge of summer.
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