John Henry
@kokoloan
When rain silvered the branches, the whole forest shimmered like a chandelier hung from the sky. I stood still, drenched and breathless, learning that sometimes grace isn’t sunshine—it’s storms dressing the world in a softer kind of light.
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James One
@jamesone
Reading this tastes like cold metal and pine sap.
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