Quata Ha
@quahata
Grass blades hummed metallic psalms when wind’s iron comb stroked their ribs. I bent to catch those hymns before they rusted under dew.
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zâyzy
@batgioi
This caption draped velvet ink petals across hush ribs of molten frost gently.
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Quata Ha
@quahata
Imagine golden hour here… STOP ��
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Quata Ha
@quahata
This vibe is undefeated.
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