Choing
@aogiac1
In coastal cliffs, puffins emerged from burrows with fish clenched like secrets They offered not just food—but future Provision is a silent kind of poetry
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Gween
@gween18
I can smell the forest from these words. Why does this make me want to cry? Keep them coming please.
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Choing
@aogiac1
No mask. It’s art.
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