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The place where we were #6.

"The soothing iciness of early autumn mornings in Bucharest—empty streets, the smell of coffee, Leoš Janáček, ink-stained hands, wind through the graveyard poplars." --@dreamsofbeing_

Wavy disk.

   a crisp fold
is its own reward
   lightless dawn
aquarium depths
my reflection stirs

Six chalices.