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a spat of code traverses (flight 864) landscape skyline winter stillness mealy air of an open-space canvas weights the weather at its' base pushing down on industrial marks of the city those rehashed as living spaces bedded between old hacks of snow those that awaits natural collapse or arson heavy air packs into low cloud patterns: subtle stretched cotton bruises and more distant buttons itched and fidgeted into being by unseen water sketches and faded mountain ridges
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Jan 10
Jan 10, 2026 at 9:42 AM UTC
a view from b7 fire escape
a spat of code traverses (flight 864) landscape skyline winter stillness mealy air of an open-space canvas weights the weather at its' base pushing down on industrial marks of the city those rehashed as living spaces bedded between old hacks of snow those that awaits natural collapse or arson heavy air packs into low cloud patterns: subtle stretched cotton bruises and more distant buttons itched and fidgeted into being by unseen water sketches and faded mountain ridges
neth-jones
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Jan 10
Jan 10, 2026 at 9:42 AM UTC
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