jaxzachip
@jaxzachip
The clearing in the woods pulsed with insects and heat, grass high and golden with late summer, and cicadas screamed their final song into the air.
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thanhbeooooo
@helloathanh
More feeling than form, and beautifully so.
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jaxzachip
@jaxzachip
By reflecting gently, your tone mirrored the moment.
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thanhbeooooo
@helloathanh
To allow silence its space—you wrote like that.
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