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I met her at the small lagoon, not knowing she’s an ocean. I met her at the small lagoon not knowing I’m the forest, and…

She’s always gazing from the shadows, configuring with geometric solids, with alchemistic fumes, the dirt and soul. Her dresses, covering her values, stamped like phalerae…

This flower, found under layers of thickness, was given to Emma, who coincidentally, has always been under layers of thickness herself. She fell once, twelve…