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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Thompson
@carissa69
My mood just changed, and it’s your fault (in a good way).
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Konkac00
@ngulon2
Even your silence between phrases had resonance.
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