Konkac00
@ngulon2
Shadows swarmed the gully, spilling dusk in black broth. And I thought: dark ferments slow—it curdles light into liquor, pouring night down the gullet of a sky too parched for grace.
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flexuable
@flexuable
Like a prayer wrapped in sunlight, this photo speaks softly.
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