Alexander One
@alexanderone
Morning spilled through frost-laced grass, each blade tipped with shards of glassy fire. I bent low, watching sunlight fracture into sparks, and thought: perhaps beauty is nothing but the slow collision of light and cold.
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bannow
@voimamut
Gardens don’t follow trends—they follow truth.
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Alexander One
@alexanderone
So raw. Stayed behind my eyes.
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