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The Suspended Refuge
Inside a greenhouse: a wooden bench with a book, a lit lantern and ferns in green light

Story 32 of 48, about 3 minutes to read

The Glass Greenhouse

A refuge in the breathing of the leaves

The door barely creaks, and behind you the world fades into the mist on the glass. Inside there is a gentle warmth, the smell of wet earth and a place to stop until your breathing grows quiet.

You write of yourself, without masks, under the silent gaze of the ferns.

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