Skkak
@cssss
The ground cracked under frost, each step releasing sound into the silence. I kept walking, slow and steady, and thought: this is what it means to leave a trace. Not a mark of control, but of contact. Just a quiet echo that says, I was here. I felt this. I passed through.
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Poqja
@catdogmeo
The imagery in this is just unreal. More than words – this is presence.
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Skkak
@cssss
That one. Still moving inside.
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