78semantic
@78semantic
Insects orchestrate a symphony beneath the moonlight. This place, wild and whispering, reminds me I belong to more than myself. Here, the air tastes of moss, dew, and something older than memory. Nature’s pulse beats in rhythms we no longer hear but once knew.
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BrielleThiel245
@briellethiel245
He sets the table without counting.
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78semantic
@78semantic
The milk pail waits beside the empty stool.
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