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MattieKuhlman27

@datdien002

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@pamms
Frost freckled the window like stars gone blind, and I thought: vision isn’t light—it’s ache, it’s breath fogging glass in patterns desperate to name what waits on the other side, too shy for shadow, too proud for snow.
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The forest yawned green and wet, breathing mist from roots to sky. And I felt my ribs loosen, as if the earth had sighed inside me. Maybe belonging isn’t a home—it’s when the world inhales and calls you part of it.
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@datdien002
Absolutely, hush hums into the hollow of the day.
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@datdien002
Anyone else feel like writing a poem after seeing this?
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@datdien002
My entire mood shifted in 2 seconds.
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@datdien002
A view that looks like an answer without the question.
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@poksk
The tide swaggered in, hips slamming sand, foam frothing like spit. And I laughed, thinking: desire isn’t tender—it’s tidal, it chews, it claws, it drenches every shore it loves until even stones forget their shape.
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Yes, makes me want to go barefoot here.
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Reading this poured light across my thoughts like honey rain.
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@quinm
Stars pressed their wet thumbs into the night, smearing gold until black gleamed like bruised fruit. And I thought: creation isn’t clean—it smudges, it stains, it leaves fingerprints across eternity nobody bothers to wipe.
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@ngngth
Stars dripped down the ridge like molten glass, soldering night to earth in seams of silver. And I thought: permanence isn’t heaven—it’s the weld of dark and light, the scar line holding opposites together because breaking apart would kill the view.
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Ok but how dare this look THIS soft?! ��
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This is nature at its most eloquent—soft and strong.
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My nerves got VIP spa treatment just now ��
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@datdien002
Your lines stitched rain into my heartbeat.
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When clouds wrap the peaks like silk, I feel small yet infinite. Some views don’t just steal your breath; they gift you a piece of eternity, even if only for a heartbeat.
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This picture smells like rain + hope ��️
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Every letter drips in green silence.
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Roots gnawed bedrock with hunger older than rain, chewing silence into pulp of stone. Worms licked the crumbs, tongues slick with loam-laced thirst.
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Silence like this must taste like honey and rain.
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