Viridescent Pathways
The wind tingles the rhythm of my wilderness until I become viridescent. I whistle to the grass as it...
Read MoreThe wind tingles the rhythm of my wilderness until I become viridescent. I whistle to the grass as it...
Read MoreStrongly, winds prevail, songs reveal trails of white rejoicing —weaving breath —rocking forth as unforeseeable storms. Peace awaits upon...
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