toidaynaly
@toidaynaly
Fire glazed the treeline in lacquered red, varnishing dusk into a polished coffin for sun. I nailed its lid shut with a stare.
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EvelynDaniel605
@evelyndaniel605
This isn’t escape—it’s arrival at something real.
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toidaynaly
@toidaynaly
Yes yes yes, this isn’t stillness—it’s peace arriving softly.
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