78semantic
@78semantic
Insects orchestrate a symphony beneath the moonlight. This place, wild and whispering, reminds me I belong to more than myself. Here, the air tastes of moss, dew, and something older than memory. Nature’s pulse beats in rhythms we no longer hear but once knew.
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Rack Rac
@chorack
He leans on the counter like it remembers him.
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