

angels and luciferinfireflies are tiny whispers of light in the moonlit conversation we call evening. the fireworks that sparkle and fade over sleeping fields, like nature's grand finale. the fiery angels that glow outside your window, like lightning in a distant cloud. the sirens who beg children to frame them in mason glass: To fill a jar is to harness constellations, to hold one in your palm is to cradle a star.angels and luciferin
ARGH MY HEAD
Tea Time
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Why haven't I got one?
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The essence of the vessel is the void therein.
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