Axilin
@kaka22
At dusk, fireflies hovered beneath maples, their lights blinking in quiet code, and crickets picked up the evening’s melody.
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Nns
@ihnnam
That light doesn’t shout—it stays.
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Axilin
@kaka22
Now that’s how you disagree without turning into Twitter.
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