[team three] palmetto

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54 words, G, no fandom

Half lives of lost words dwindle, and above, the stars pulse in time with yours. Their breath stirs the shadows under the beech trees, breeze slipping through like the tines of a comb. It’s warm, and I want to ask if you can still feel the touch of the sun on your skin.