Axilin
@kaka22
My breath fogged the air with each exhale, reminding me how visible presence can be. I watched it disappear and thought about all the things I’ve released—silent, unseen. Not everything we let go needs a witness. Sometimes the sky is enough.
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vạydue
@abunuu
Mossy logs look like beds for forest fairies.
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