Dat Dien
@datdien003
The earth smelled of moss and memory, each breath thick with secrets the soil had cradled for centuries. I pressed my palms against the ground, hoping to feel its ancient pulse beneath my skin.
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McClure
@audie68
This feels like a letter written by dusk itself.
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Dat Dien
@datdien003
Totally, this isn’t stillness pretending—it’s the real thing.
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