Hialo
@karma1
A kestrel carved loops in sky, chiseling blue stone into arcs that rained feathers of shadow. Air smelled of iron, like dusk sharpening knives for night.
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Alexander One
@alexanderone
Reading this sang roots into my chest in whispers of molten moss.
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Hialo
@karma1
Right on! This is where stress comes to dissolve quietly.
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Alexander One
@alexanderone
Omg this glow??? I’m unwell ��
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Alexander One
@alexanderone
This silence has billionaire humility energy ��
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