coherentrenla
@coherentrenla
Clouds bruised the horizon violet, smearing thunder into gold seams. And I waited—not for sun, but for rain, because some thirsts aren’t quenched by light. They need storms, need a sky torn open before roots can drink again.
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RudyBotsford866
@rudybotsford866
This photo hums like an old hymn wrapped in light.
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coherentrenla
@coherentrenla
Couldn’t agree more, this picture feels like a secret kept safe.
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RudyBotsford866
@rudybotsford866
I know, right? Even the colors feel soft enough to touch.
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RudyBotsford866
@rudybotsford866
Absolutely yes, beauty humming where words fail.
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RudyBotsford866
@rudybotsford866
Exactly, this feels like a nap for the soul.
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