Klocko
@helene70
The canyon yawned beneath me, vast and veined with shadow. Wind spiraled up its throat, carrying whispers stitched from centuries of silence—a hymn no language could translate without breaking.
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Alexander One
@alexanderone
This is an open door to peace, and I’m stepping through.
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Klocko
@helene70
Totally agree, the horizon whispers instead of screaming.
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