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Sat Apr 27, 2024 8:58 pm
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Liminality says...



a cat, a bright green eye, a sloping road

worry
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Sat Apr 27, 2024 11:52 pm
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Spearmint says...



gray fuzz, a trembling paper, dripping molasses

distraction
mint, she/her


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Sun Apr 28, 2024 1:11 am
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Liminality says...



a dust mote floating around in the sun, swaying tree branches, a bee buzzing

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Sun Apr 28, 2024 1:17 am
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Spearmint says...



a face like a colon and a vertical line, a cut rope bridge, a star in the sky

exhilaration
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Sun Apr 28, 2024 5:34 am
Liminality says...



a yellow spiral, a whirlwind, a school of colourful fish

longing
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It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats—the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill —The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it—and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another.
— JRR Tolkien