hịihi
@aocaasa
A flight of cranes etched white arcs against the bruised horizon, stitching silence with their calls. I watched them vanish into blue, wishing my soul could follow.
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David One
@davidone1
Somewhere between green and gold, life remembered its softness.
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hịihi
@aocaasa
Yep, if trust had a texture, it’d look like this view.
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