hâhha
@aduudud
Beneath my palm, bark grooved like old script, its ridges muttering syllables of seasons stacked in secrecy. I pressed my ear against the trunk, hearing a forest’s autobiography hum.
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Klocko
@helene70
This caption hums like night rinsed in silver fire.
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hâhha
@aduudud
Peace doing a runway walk here.
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