trundleposhhe
@trundleposhhe
Rain braided whispers through the forest canopy, beads sliding down emerald threads. I tilted my face upward, tasting sky on my lips. Water doesn’t apologize for falling; it simply returns to where it began. Perhaps forgiveness is the same—circling back in quiet loops we almost fail to notice.
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Airteam02
@airteam02
How is this so perfect. Pure serenity captured in pixels. Screensaver goals right here
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