godiva
@godiva
A lone heron stands still as the river glides by. Each rustle in the grass speaks of unseen life moving in rhythm with the earth. Between shadows and light, the forest speaks in languages of stillness. Time slows where wildness breathes uninterrupted.
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Daniel One
@danielone
The doormat curls at one corner.
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godiva
@godiva
The hallway tilts in dusty light.
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