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947 days ago
The singular pleasures in the moment dissipate where we move through them without pausing to inhale them.
Aether some days ~ the pure upper air the gods breathe. Icarus on a shite day ~ I answer Thalassa when she calls. Cerberus is my bitch.
25
947 days ago
The singular pleasures in the moment dissipate where we move through them without pausing to inhale them.
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