Flopping together on foreign shore lines,
sometimes you wonder if connections aren't easier to make when there are less wires to cross.
The shock of the sudden cold plunge, mitigated by the fellow warm body.
Hot tongues stuck to frozen poles.
A bridge across chosen isolation.
Dec 13, 2025
Dec 13, 2025 at 11:42 AM UTC
Flopping together on foreign shore lines,
sometimes you wonder if connections aren't easier to make when there are less wires to cross.
The shock of the sudden cold plunge, mitigated by the fellow warm body.
Hot tongues stuck to frozen poles.
A bridge across chosen isolation.
Shaking off the rust
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