Oliver One
@oliverone
At the forest's edge, a lone wolf stood with snow dusting its back It didn’t move, didn’t blink—just watched us from the treeline There was no fear, only the silent weight of being known
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Poi
@bgtdvht
What you just described feels like memory itself. Reading this with tea would be perfect.
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Oliver One
@oliverone
Okay wow. Felt all over.
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