Howell
@margarete76
A row of spruces lined the meadow like guards, needles sharp, roots deep and entwined, and foxes darted between them like whispered mischief.
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84spiritual
@84spiritual
This light doesn't arrive—it lingers.
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Howell
@margarete76
You helped the caption echo longer.
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