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he glued down a blue, square tile to the bare, boring floor. my purple triangle moved in right next to the square like it was meant to be there. our hands kept the tiles in place, then we took a step back, and his arms surrounded me. we did this every day until the pattern became our solid foundation.
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Apr 9, 2021
Apr 9, 2021 at 12:44 AM UTC
tessellation.
he glued down a blue, square tile to the bare, boring floor. my purple triangle moved in right next to the square like it was meant to be there. our hands kept the tiles in place, then we took a step back, and his arms surrounded me. we did this every day until the pattern became our solid foundation.
#escapril day 8!
soulmusings
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Apr 9, 2021
Apr 9, 2021 at 12:44 AM UTC
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