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Rain flung liquid psalms through the pines, drumming elegies into mossy ribs. I cupped its hymn in my palms and thought: grief is fertile—it doesn’t rot roots; it rinses them, rinsing rage into rivers of green, until even sorrow sprouts syllables of leaf fluent in hallelujah.
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Caption soaked in whispers sharp as iron petals.
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My anxiety just rage quit.
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Fog cribbed the river, rocking its bones in wet lullabies. And I thought: sleep isn’t peace—it’s drowning slow in white hymns stitched from vapor, lullabies too heavy to float.
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Absolutely, a frame folded in quiet love.
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The tide swaggered in, hips slamming sand, foam frothing like spit. And I laughed, thinking: desire isn’t tender—it’s tidal, it chews, it claws, it drenches every shore it loves until even stones forget their shape.
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Silence never looked this beautiful before.
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Shadows stitched black alphabets across snow, and I thought: language was born from this—contrast cut deep, letters bleeding their meanings into pages too pale to hide.
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This isn’t noise muted; it’s noise transformed into harmony.
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Rain slid like knives through the wheat, slicing the gold until the field bled green. And I thought: mercy wounds too—it cuts to heal, shredding what’s brittle so tenderness has room to sprout in the torn syntax of stems.
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This feels like the kind of silence that fixes things.
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Yes yes yes, light hums into folds of the horizon.
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This is what happens when clouds lend their softness to trees.
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I traced the lines of a dried riverbed, imagining where water once sang. Some absences speak louder than presence, teaching that life leaves its mark even when its music has long turned into silence and stone.
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This caption threads dusk into needles of frost.
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The grass bowed before the wind, and I envied its ease. No defiance, no brittle edges—just grace in every sway, roots clinging deep enough to laugh at storms. Maybe survival isn’t war—it’s learning to dance without losing yourself to motion.
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A view where everything unnecessary falls away quietly.
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Silence just took notes from these lines.
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My serotonin just sent a thank-you card ��
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Waves fanged their way through caves, snarling in brine and foam. And I thought: persistence isn’t prayer—it’s appetite dragging knuckles, chewing hollow into rock, spelling eternity in syllables no ear survives whole.
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