longlingne
@longlongne
Within thorn groves, hares dodge like wind shadows. Spines tear fur, not speed. Each escape writes memory in blood. They do not forget direction.
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McGlynn
@anahi78
This isn’t just a picture—it’s a breath of presence.
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longlingne
@longlongne
The way you replied gave space instead of taking it.
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