contecertain
@contecertain
Raindrops patter like forgotten songs on banana leaves. Colors shift subtly, revealing life layered upon life. Nature’s pulse beats in rhythms we no longer hear but once knew. Nightfall doesn’t silence the woods—it merely changes the voices.
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traqueladimapo
@traqueladimapo
The plate stack leans toward collapse.
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contecertain
@contecertain
The field breathes, and your shoulders drop without asking.
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