Pqokd
@qpks
Grass slicked its spine in dew oil, shimmering under dawn’s torch. Beetles tongued its gloss like thieves licking gems too raw to pawn.
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jarvan4cv
@jarvan4cv
If peace had a sound, it would be the rustling here.
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Pqokd
@qpks
True words! This horizon hums like an old promise.
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