draveningter
@draveningter
Cicadas droned drills through noon’s skull, boring silence into sawdust. Their buzz built cathedrals of noise where sunlight knelt, praying in shafts like spears of amber glass.
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Conboni
@conboni
Reading this caption feels like prayer with no god.
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draveningter
@draveningter
Yes yes yes, if tenderness had a sky, it would look like this.
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