What They Called Too Much

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Tiny figures cross a valley shaped like the ache of your first goodbye. Ridges rise in orange and blue, textured like that dinner where your heart raced defending your argument. Pl anets hover like the doubts the morning you quit what was draining you. Someone told you this terrain was too much. They were describing their own limits, not yours. Hang it as a banner for the world you built while they were busy being reasonable. Show more