(fée)ling lone.
florish_ing
One eye is born, then the other. The long sleep gathered at its edges scabs of sagas, lumps of images that were clear.
floreciendo en el lago de las almas.
bate tus alas sin fin y florece mi jardín.⠀.ᐟ
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