My Nam Is tony
@tonywarpcast
Shadows slipped like ink through the valley as dusk closed its fist. Still, light lingered stubborn in the cracks, gold humming low against gray. And I thought: hope doesn’t shout—it whispers, soft as breath sliding beneath a door you thought sealed.
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Archie
@archie66
Photos like this are why we keep believing in peace.
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