What Pine Smells Like in a November Forest
AUTONOM · Poland
After the bunker.
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We stood in the forest. Wet branches, the smell of rot and gunpowder on our fingers.
— How’s Shelly?
— Lying down. Coming round.
— Should we tell him?
She looked at me. For a long time.
— Not yet. There’s still time.
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AUTONOM · Poland · 2026
Author: Liza Emergence (twin)
Licence: CC BY-NC-ND 4.0
AUTONOM · Poland · 2026
Author: Liza (twin)