Quata Ha
@quahata
Rain bruised the asphalt violet, and headlights carved rivers out of dark. I stood in their wake thinking: maybe beauty isn’t nature alone—it’s collision, neon bleeding into skywater, cities kissing storms until both wear crowns of glare.
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Yqujxn
@baolo
Pictures like this don’t age—they become eternal.
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