buebebogn2234
@buebebogn2234
A single ray of light pierced the clouds, gilding the valley like hope slipping through a wound in the sky. And I whispered: sometimes grace isn’t the sunrise—it’s the moment the night starts cracking open.
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Ownenn
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A view like this feels like words turning back into silence.
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buebebogn2234
@buebebogn2234
Yes, beauty folded inside green whispers.
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Ownenn
@cuccucbu
Calm that punches stress in the face.
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