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i could count myself a king of infinite space,

were it not that i have bad dreams.

Feb 26 • tess krope

i’m sorry i left without saying goodbye

The evening air that clung to Janus was stormy, grey, and quiet. Exciting, yet soft-spoken.

Feb 2 • tess krope

the mends in your sweater

vintage clothing is timeless and should outlive us!

Dec 2, 2025 • tess krope

feeling like kerouac on the west coast

taking a trip should be revolutionary and we take it for granted

Oct 21, 2025 • tess krope

a night of music in the park

a tale from a failed classical musician

Sep 7, 2025 • tess krope

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