Axilin
@kaka22
At dusk, fireflies hovered beneath maples, their lights blinking in quiet code, and crickets picked up the evening’s melody.
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statistically
@statistically
You framed softness like it mattered—which it does.
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Axilin
@kaka22
Even the caption seemed to pause after your words.
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