Alexander One
@alexanderone
Steam escapes the musk ox's nostrils in arctic dawn. Snow clings to its coat like icy armor. With head lowered, it charges through winter’s wrath.
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SamantaHowe924
@samantahowe924
You reminded me how to be still and not feel guilty.
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BlakeTowne605
@blaketowne605
Caption hit like a breeze on a heavy day.
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taubreebaha
@taubreebaha
That stillness carried something sacred.
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