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When immersed in the contours swelling and waning in the forest of needles, the mundane world drifts away, and we only live to breathe.
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When immersed in the contours swelling and waning in the forest of needles, the mundane world drifts away, and we only live to breathe.
0 takes · 0 hearts · 0 replies
Nothing on the record yet. The first take opens the floor.