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I'm trying to see past the disturbed dust, but the trimmers never help. Ipsaidi demarcates. An undisturbed exile connotes an icy solitude. But I am no longer tottering. I'm stomping. I am breath and blood. I'm filled with details. They embroider my life. I am the color language leased behind. Look at me and know something happened here
Laura L (she/her)
@Loloflow · 0:15
Oof chills. Your writing, it never ceases to amaze me. Thanks, Jacob, for always coming through
Carly D
@Astroality · 0:56
And I always feel forever changed by the words that you use, by the imagery that I get, by the feelings that it invokes. And I'm forever grateful for that. Thank you again for sharing with me. Thank you for inviting me. I'm sorry that it took a few days to respond. I appreciate you so very much, and I hope you're having a fantastic evening
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