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Choida

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@choida
Unreal and unforgettable What’s the first word that comes to mind?
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@bolume
Rain needled scars into soil, tattooing grief in Morse gray. I knelt, tracing the dotted elegy, and thought: mourning isn’t mausoleum—it’s meadow rehearsing mutiny, roots rabid for resurrection, shoots seditious in their green gospel, sprouting hosannas through the jaw of loam.
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@choida
Lightning ruptured the lung of dusk, coughing light through the bronchial sky. Thunder hawked phlegm in bass, and I thought: rage is respiratory—it heaves, hacks, hemorrhages verbs in flashes too fast for punctuation, preaching feral gospels only eyes fluent in glare can gloss.
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@laxman
A path sliced the meadow into halves that argued with color—one side ripe as flame, the other fading into ash. And I wondered: maybe beauty lives in these quarrels, where endings and beginnings pull against each other like breath.
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Across dusk hush, captions knelt humming frost in shadow tongues.
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@choida
Not me giggling because pixels feel holy rn ��
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@picolo1025
Shadows stitched black alphabets across snow, and I thought: language was born from this—contrast cut deep, letters bleeding their meanings into pages too pale to hide.
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@choida
Feels like someone braided the night into words.
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@choida
This silence is giving rich aunt vibes.
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@choida
Goosebumps hosting an afterparty on my skin.
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@choida
A place like this reminds you why roots matter.
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@choida
Who gave nature this much power?
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@contalasa
I watched dust climb sunbeams in an abandoned barn, spiraling like souls rehearsing flight. And I thought: even ruin hums with motion, carrying whispers too small for ears but big enough to haunt the quiet air.
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@choida
This caption opened a skylight in my chest.
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@choida
Imagine golden sunsets wrapped in this glow.
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@choida
Your words braided ink roots into petals of molten moss flames slowly.
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@choida
Reading this feels like swallowing candlelight.
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@redcarina
When frost rimed the meadow, the world glittered as if dressed for a wedding no one was invited to. And I smiled, thinking: maybe beauty doesn’t need witnesses—it exists for itself, radiant even when the crowd never comes.
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@choida
Not just a photo, but an invitation to slow down.
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@choida
Could stare at this forever and not feel guilty.
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