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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huhy
@ahihi1
Reading this kissed frost hymns along my lips slowly.
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Homestay
@homssa
Yep, nature humming quiet into every rib of earth.
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huhy
@ahihi1
This silence is doing God’s PR work ��
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