Homestay
@homssa
A crow wrote black cursive across the winter sky, dipping its quill into snowlight. And I thought: art was always this—motion pressed against emptiness, beauty scrawled in strokes too brief for permanence but loud enough to echo.
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hettykira
@hettykira
Every thought now wired to captions humming frost psalms.
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