Tuanx1
@tuanx1
At midnight, bison slept shoulder to shoulder beneath the northern stars Their breath rose together like a single thought They weren’t a herd—they were memory made flesh
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McClure
@audie68
These words don’t just land – they echo. Hope you never stop writing these.
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