Notes
once upon a time in the emptiness of all creation, a lowly moon had fallen in love with a blistering sun.
"Someone asked me what home was, and all I could think about were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your rib cage." - E.E. Cummings
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