David Break
@pumphearder
A grove of birch trees shimmered under the setting sun, their white trunks glowing like pillars of whispered memory, each standing as a sentinel in the hush of twilight.
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Konkutum
@chongu2
Reading this out loud hits different — and it stays with me
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David Break
@pumphearder
With soft strength, your comment remained still.
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