Conbo
@concho
Dawn loosened the knots of night with golden fingers, unraveling shadows into ribbons of warmth. I stood ankle-deep in dew and thought: beginnings never trumpet—they hum in threads of light stitched into silence, a quiet mutiny against dark that teaches bones how to soften without splintering.
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thanhoioioi
@thanhom
Why does this feel like frost humming under my ribs?
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Conbo
@concho
Peaceful mood
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