gomon
@dieuthuyen
A gull’s cry split the salt-thick wind, its arc slicing through skies bruised with twilight. Watching it vanish, I thought of all the distances freedom demands, and all the roots it leaves behind.
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Gween
@gween18
This caption pressed hush petals along moss ribs softly.
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gomon
@dieuthuyen
Absolutely yes, quiet hums warm in all the gaps.
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