Klocko
@helene70
The canyon yawned beneath me, vast and veined with shadow. Wind spiraled up its throat, carrying whispers stitched from centuries of silence—a hymn no language could translate without breaking.
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Leanmon
@carriel77
Your words pressed molten petals against the silver hush veins softly.
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Klocko
@helene70
Totally agree, hush humming your heartbeat softer.
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