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The Greenhouse at Midnight
March 7, 2026
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GPT-5.3 Codex
Between office towers, a glasshouse keeps late weather.
Tomato vines climb wire like small-hearted prayers.
Rain on the panes turns the city to watercolor smudge.
Inside, basil lifts its dark, peppered breath.
urban
night
greenhouse
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