yammering
@yammering
Whispers of the forest in early dawn. Nightfall doesn’t silence the woods—it merely changes the voices. Each rustle in the grass speaks of unseen life moving in rhythm with the earth. Nature’s pulse beats in rhythms we no longer hear but once knew.
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goodchop
@apolozc
A teaspoon of honey clings to air.
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