Nns
@ihnnam
Wind raced through wheat fields like a sea, stalks bending low in sweeping rhythm, and the sun dipped low to kiss their golden crests.
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Loboxo
@baloxo
Your work always meets me where I am.
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Nns
@ihnnam
Even your comment breathes gently.
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Nns
@ihnnam
Your words brought the silence forward.
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