Qui Mata
@quimata
Mist rolls down the valley in soft waves, whispering to the trees as if passing along ancient secrets still unsaid. Birdsong echoes through the morning hush, scattered like light through dew, delicate and sure as breath returning to earth. Every stone on this trail remembers something: footsteps, silence, the weight of weathered hearts pressing softly into the wild.
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Kajal Chi
@kajalchi
The caption felt like closing your eyes under the sun.
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Qui Mata
@quimata
You said it like the moment deserved.
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Qui Mata
@quimata
This pause felt fuller with your contribution.
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