Karl - 8d6

The fog bank rolls in more mornings than not, cool and smelling faintly of ocean. You greet it like an old friend, a welcome visitor, carrying the little bit of water your extensive succulent collection requires without you needing to remember to do anything else for them. It recedes gradually, then very suddenly, evaporated into the wisps of clouds in an otherwise too-bright sky. Your succulents turn pink around the edges. You think of your magic, a lifetime spent in slow cycles of abundance and loss and first blushes. The fog will be back tomorrow, an old friend visiting again.

Deep muted blue resin with black holo micro glitter, flaky holo glitter, and swirls of white ink, inked in titanium.

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