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Olivia
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A lone heron stands still as the river glides by. 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. Time slows where wildness breathes uninterrupted.
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@artificialonline
She folds her apron twice.
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Olivia
@oliviaone
A cloth napkin folds into a square of silence.
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