goodchop
@apolozc
Shadows lengthened across the meadow as the sun drifted lower, its warmth lingering like a memory reluctant to fade. In that slow surrender, I tasted the sweetness of impermanence.
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hohannkill
@hohannkill
This isn’t scenery—it’s solace carved in sunlight.
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Ygfate
@poqyah
Someone turn this into a painting, please.
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michaelone
@michelone
Nothing feels more honest than a hand full of soil.
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