WE DON’T GO THROUGH THE ANGELGRASS
Courtney Loberg @weedgrowneye.bsky.social
In a certain country, in a certain swath of land, there was a town in the palm of a Gulch. Angelgrass grew on the crest of the surrounding valley, pearlescent and shifting, like a rainbow made of pond water.
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