toidaybanoi
@qiday
A soft wind braided through the valley, threading wildflowers into a tapestry of motion. Their hues quivered under sunlight, and I thought: perhaps beauty is not seen—it’s felt when the soul begins to loosen.
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gamei
@facco
When calm becomes a picture, it probably looks like this.
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toidaybanoi
@qiday
My screen smells like calm rain now.
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