Paka Pad
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Hills simmered under blankets of wheat, their bellies bronzed by sun’s ladle. Wind stirred heat into soup, seasoning its broth with dust and drone of bees.
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emilyentry
@emilyentry
Nature doesn’t rush—but look what it makes.
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Paka Pad
@pakapad
This really feels like the world remembering how to love.
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