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* ・ ✻ ┊﹙ SHADOWCLAN ﹚
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June 10, 2018, 11:21:45 PM
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March 18, 2019, 08:35:05 PM
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❪ HONEYBEE ┊ 07 MOONS ┊ APPRENTICE ┊ MENTOR: HERONTAIL ┊ REFERENCEINFORMATION

❝ WE WENT STRAWBERRY-PICKING A DECADE AGO BUT IT FEELS LIKE ONLY LAST SUMMER; CRUSHED FRUITS BETWEEN THE PALMS OF OUR HANDS AND PLAYED MAKE-BELIEVE LIKE THE JUICE STAINING OUR FINGERTIPS CHERRY-PINK WAS A BLOOD BOND WHICH RAN DOWN TO OUR GRAZED ELBOWS IN FADING RIVULETS. THERE IS SOMETHING DESOLATE ABOUT CHILDHOOD THAT REMINDS ME OF YOU WHENEVER I EAT WILD BERRIES, HOW WE WENT FORAGING BARE-SKINNED, HOW WE WENT SEARCHING FOR SOMETHING WE NEVER KNEW WAS MISSING. DRIFTING APART ALWAYS SEEMS TO HURT MORE AS IT HAPPENS. RIGHT NOW, EVERYTHING WITHOUT YOU IS ALMOST STICKY-SWEET. IT TASTES LIKE NECTAR.