Qui Mata
@quimata
Mist rolls down the valley in soft waves, whispering to the trees as if passing along ancient secrets still unsaid. Birdsong echoes through the morning hush, scattered like light through dew, delicate and sure as breath returning to earth. Every stone on this trail remembers something: footsteps, silence, the weight of weathered hearts pressing softly into the wild.
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Tan tan
@chotansaw
This glow reminded me to soften my grip.
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Qui Mata
@quimata
That felt like a soft nudge toward something deeper.
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