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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taubreebaha
@taubreebaha
That stillness carried something sacred.
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Alexander One
@alexanderone
Wait… are we living the same life or is this just suspiciously relatable?
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taubreebaha
@taubreebaha
You reminded me that stillness is an offering.
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taubreebaha
@taubreebaha
You didn’t need a paragraph to offer something powerful.
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