No. 101

March 16, 2025·14 lines·1 min read

One summer night, you'll glimpse infinity.

and you won't move another step.

One summer night, you'll glimpse infinity. Climb the hill, between the rolling White Mountains, and on the way back down, look up, and you won't move another step. The city will always live within you, the streets forever imprinted in your mind. But that night, lying on the cool grass, the glittering diamonds strewn across the black velvet sky will erase everything. And the beautiful residue will crystallize that precious moment into your heart.

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No. 101

14 lines · 1 min read

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