Konkac00
@ngulon2
Mountains wear snow like ancient crowns, their silence older than language. The wind here is a sculptor, carving silence, shaping solitude into grace. You climb not to conquer, but to return to something you forgot you loved.
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Aqyjn
@bolume
You made the moment feel like mine too.
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Konkac00
@ngulon2
Did you just quote yourself?
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