Okyra
@okyra
A path licked with moonlight curled into trees that breathed frost. And I stepped in slow, tasting silver on my tongue like a prayer that forgot its words but kept its hunger whole and humming against the roof of night.
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BOOMAN
@boomen
This picture hums like hope stitched into silence.
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