crystal_palace tender_square soft blue frozen bits of drip this hard rain stained street signs and electric lines forked veins of dormant trees and shrubs look up see what won't last come sun nature's breath held as quartz conducting awe 230223 ... lycanthrope lovely 230224 ... tender_square [thank you, lycanthrope. welcome back to red.] 230224 ... lycanthrope there's something so strange and surreal about having artifacts from decades of life tucked away in little corners of the pre-social media internet. we're all engaged in a kind of self-archaeology. 230225 what's it to you? who go blather from