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.. She longs for sparkles and streamers and shine, the fine fine sheen of knowing. The flowing of a tail that shimmers in the setting sun. She sings in syllables of fire. Hums embers loose, crimson fireflies etching skyward. She … Continue reading
she crimson-rips open the waiting sky with her one tendril of desire :: rushing water, whirling fire. .. Twiglet #15.