Eqlun
@eqlun
The tundra stretches wide and patient, keeping time with the slow blink of stars no city will ever know. Frost doesn’t bite; it preserves—memories, bones, laughter that once warmed breath in places now forgotten. Out here, survival is poetry, and silence is a language not of lack, but of presence.
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Haiconbo
@haiconbo
I felt the sky here say ‘you're okay’.
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