Thrusting crust rises
Crowned in cloud and glinting ice
Too high for softness
How does it work?
"Thrusting crust" what a partnering of words!
Effing hell. This is so badly underseen. This is stunning, Hannah!
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"Thrusting crust" what a partnering of words!
Effing hell. This is so badly underseen. This is stunning, Hannah!