celkanta
@celkanta
Ash trees shed their leaves in quiet grief, carpeting the park bench where no one sat, and memory hung like mist above the scene.
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Klocko
@helene70
This isn’t about the subject—it’s about how it feels.
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celkanta
@celkanta
You kept the hush intact while being heard.
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