pea soup autumn &. feracity *゚
[vols 8/2.] | the fowl wander gaily.
cooped up in the rubble of poet
ry, the curl of the ripe sun bent the trees of the cottage amidst the tunnels of the barn. summertide’s drenching damp cells swayed in the soft air with the only light flickering on the static walls—roasted chesnuts bound our chests:
💾🪷⭑ ...'sorted by the sun.
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reviews (catch–forty–winks with poppy smoke.) vanilla, and musk, swell the gourds, the love-mossy tier of the barn closing the tame buds that barely breed to the chimney.