Ownenn
@cuccucbu
Rain stitched scars into the soil, threads glistening in wet arcs. And I thought: healing pierces first—it drives silver needles through dirt, mending green back into wounds raw from drought.
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draveningter
@draveningter
Across midnight hush, words broke into static flames.
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Ownenn
@cuccucbu
My calendar just quit after seeing this.
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draveningter
@draveningter
Right! If grace could hum, this would be the tune.
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