Sphdn
@uhen
Clouds kneaded light into dough of sky, folding blue in clots of gray. Sun pinched edges golden, baking noon into a crust crisped with heat.
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katarinare000
@katarinare000
This caption feels like breathing on winter’s spine.
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Sphdn
@uhen
Yes! It’s like you can taste the quiet in the air.
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