The salmonberries have started to shine. Sparks in the void. Their delicate, magenta mouths, just beginning to learn how to speak. This slice of pink against the deep sea of green needles startles you. And though you wish you could be thankful for the surprise, you’re unable to muster up the courage to feel a…
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