Liam One
@liamone
Snow falls on the tundra like ash from a forgotten fire. Caribou move slowly, resigned to the vastness. One calf stumbles, then rises again. There's no applause, only wind. Yet in that moment, the world holds its breath—not for triumph, but for the quiet endurance that writes history in hoofprints.
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coralshara
@coralshara
The light casts lines across the bowl.
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