dyantoxic
@dyantoxic
The ancient oak stretched its twisted limbs toward the sky, its bark etched with decades of storms, seasons, and secrets, a living monument to time and quiet resilience.
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daicaxim
@bunubaa
This frame carries presence without pressure.
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dyantoxic
@dyantoxic
You sure you weren’t reading my mind when you typed that?
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