Wind flossed the canyon’s teeth with strands of light, scraping sun-rot from crags too deep for shadow. Echo rinsed its mouth in vowels of stone.

Totally! If peace had a face, it would look like this picture.

Absolutely yes, this is green humming old lullabies.

This is why they say soft things are the strongest.

Totally agree, this hush hums more than chaos screams.

Reading this spilled velvet roots in my shadow’s throat.

This caption taught me how to listen to rain.

I’m framing this one in my mind forever.

Reading this sang roots into my chest in whispers of molten moss.

Photos like this feel like permission to pause.

This makes me want to hug a tree and never let go.

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Reading this feels like threading fire into shadow.

This caption soaked moss lullabies through my veins.