toidaybanoi
@qiday
Tall poplars guarded the narrow road home, their rustling leaves like a chorus of farewells, and the scent of bark familiar as a memory.
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ganhus
@auuc
This is how a moment becomes a memory.
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toidaybanoi
@qiday
If silence had a spokesperson, it would be this
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