baoqua
@huyenthoai
Olive groves stretched across the hills in ancient rhythm, their gray-green leaves shimmering like whispers, and each tree hummed with centuries of sun.
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Hauems
@iphonx
It feels like language remembered, not written.
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baoqua
@huyenthoai
More gently than most, your thoughts landed.
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Hauems
@iphonx
With steady tone, your reply became an echo.
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