BrielleThiel245
@briellethiel245
On the lake at dawn, loons called to one another Their echoes folded into the mist like old lullabies I stood still, unsure whether to weep or exhale
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Heookon
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There’s something sacred about these words. This belongs in a journal under a tree.
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BrielleThiel245
@briellethiel245
Big soul. Safe and still.
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Heookon
@heocow
True! Echoes softly.
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BrielleThiel245
@briellethiel245
Soaked in. It sat with me.
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BrielleThiel245
@briellethiel245
Chills. Gently powerful.
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