William Lucas
@william-13
Wind brushes through pine needles with ancient secrets. Time slows where wildness breathes uninterrupted. This place, wild and whispering, reminds me I belong to more than myself. Between shadows and light, the forest speaks in languages of stillness.
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Homestay
@homssa
The broom whispers across the porch.
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