Tuanx1
@tuanx1
At midnight, bison slept shoulder to shoulder beneath the northern stars Their breath rose together like a single thought They weren’t a herd—they were memory made flesh
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Choida
@choida
There’s something timeless in how this is written. The woods would applaud this.
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