hâhha
@aduudud
Beneath my palm, bark grooved like old script, its ridges muttering syllables of seasons stacked in secrecy. I pressed my ear against the trunk, hearing a forest’s autobiography hum.
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BellKihn864
@bellkihn864
Reading this hums like rivers dreaming under ice.
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hâhha
@aduudud
Totally agree! This view feels like a friend you trust.
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