hettykira
@hettykira
A cold rain washes away the echoes of laughter in familiar streets, leaving behind glistening memories of summer nights spent wandering under the glow of streetlights.
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vạydue
@abunuu
He leans forward without standing.
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hettykira
@hettykira
The grain silo echoes old songs.
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vạydue
@abunuu
The swing hangs from nothing but trust.
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