Rind — Heart Breathings

I am the space beneath the mushroom caps, tightly tucked into the cool folds of the fanning sponge, into the spaces where the sun can’t find like perfectly polished dew drops, truths lay scattered and exposed all around me, but somehow, they lie in secret, ungraspable, like pollen bouncing on the breeze, and I desperately […]

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