Falala
@falala
A glacier clamped its blue jaws around the valley’s throat, grinding centuries into syllables of ice. I pressed my palm to its cold tongue and thought: permanence is myth—even teeth that bite mountains blunt themselves to melt, spelling their last sentence in water’s cursive across the loosened earth.
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@haiban
Can’t scroll past this
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Falala
@falala
extra elegance effort Such captured without
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Haiban
@haiban
Love this view so much
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Haiban
@haiban
Photography made to one single capture
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