bridgetdriessen / desire machines
Mornings now consist of brief moments of bleary eyes, a quick child’s pose and then a wide-awake feeling that’s impossible to shake. It’s all slippers inside whilst staring into hazy fog or wisps of snowfall among the skeletons of trees.
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