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wingspanning) wrote2019-01-17 05:51 am
wingspanning) wrote2019-01-17 05:51 am
CONTRASTING.
Things that are pure white still exist in this world, she knows.
A single feather out of her plumage,
rocking gently on the small waves which beat against the shore.
The wingspan of swans are exceptions.
Even in the broadest daylight, everything else is darkness
that shrouds, shrouds, shrouds.