“Throw the emptiness out of your arms to add to the spaces we breathe…” - She/They
老树逢春，半干胶水粘在黑蕾丝上的亮片，每一下阳光下的闪烁都让人想用相机记录下来，然后在等待的悸动中迫使他投降于暗房。
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