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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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![]() It’s winter, before you’re layered in baby powder, yet to blend within. Inside that bowl covered in jagged rocks, you glow, a deep turquoise that’ll soothe me like a cup of chamomile tea. There used to be splashes of green
that faded into hues of red and yellow that accompanied you, but they’re all gone now. You were a little pool, of the finest water in Jeju, but slowly, you diminish, as if time has set a limit on your prosperity. In a matter of a few days, you’ll be coated, all of the turquoise vanished, leaving you in glacier form. You’re atop the clouds, now melding with it. Comments are closed.
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