Read seven steeples by Sara Baume ★★★★★ 📚

October mornings peeled the night cloud back to its subcutaneous lilac tissue.
The leaves earned their name by leaving the trees.

A couple drop out and slowly dissolve into nature. Dreamy poetic prose.

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