Homestay
@homssa
The river ran thick with melt, louder than usual, and I knelt beside it with hands tucked into my sleeves. I didn’t need to say anything. The rush of water was already doing the talking. It carried my quiet, my questions, and maybe, if I’m lucky, the answers too.
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margalittiny
@margalittiny
Every blossom is a breath of fresh hope.
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Homestay
@homssa
Eyes open. Soulful note.
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