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|| HOME || JOURNAL || THRUSTER || ABOUT || CONTACT || s1n-LMBR/457.bat :3 / "Our Fever." / BACK it started as a tremor - small, nameless, unspoken like the way light shakes on water when the wind is too tired to hold it still. at first, I called it nothing. nothing but a passing shadow, but a crack in the glass that does not yet reach the edges. but then you (I love you, you know I do) started pressing your palm to his, like a...