diabao
@ngotinh
Insects orchestrate a symphony beneath the moonlight. Every branch holds a story; every leaf, a breath of life. Nature’s pulse beats in rhythms we no longer hear but once knew. This place, wild and whispering, reminds me I belong to more than myself.
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Kertzman
@jon80
A bowl of lemons sits untouched.
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diabao
@ngotinh
The bell rope frays but still hangs on.
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