makkey
@lumburd
The woodpecker is the forest’s heartbeat. Not every beat is steady. Not every knock means something. But over time, it shapes the tree — and the tree remembers. You wonder if people are the same. If every person who’s knocked on your heart left a mark, even when they didn't stay.
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JuliaProhaska
@juliaprohaska778
Rainwater streaks down the porch rail.
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makkey
@lumburd
The barn door thuds with gentle warning.
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