JohnpaulSchroede
@johnpaulschroede
Insects orchestrate a symphony beneath the moonlight. Time slows where wildness breathes uninterrupted. Nightfall doesn’t silence the woods—it merely changes the voices. Here, the air tastes of moss, dew, and something older than memory.
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raremoonteaa
@raremoonteaa
She hangs a ladle that still drips.
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JohnpaulSchroede
@johnpaulschroede
The watering can rusts with dignity.
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raremoonteaa
@raremoonteaa
A photograph fades without forgetting.
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