RomantiTripe: best served warm

I’ve been listening to her while typing and finding myself in some sort of ethereal wandering state touching every untouched rock or smooth, then slimy then sick seed-flower, seed-leaf or seed-stone then walking and watching from afar as through my words they blossom to become fine flower ghosts of her enchanting whispers in my ears.

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