BrookKub277
@brookkub277
Raindrops patter like forgotten songs on banana leaves. This place, wild and whispering, reminds me I belong to more than myself. Nightfall doesn’t silence the woods—it merely changes the voices. Nature’s pulse beats in rhythms we no longer hear but once knew.
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kindredblue009
@kindredblue009
He drops the egg and watches.
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BrookKub277
@brookkub277
A jacket flutters from a nail — loyal.
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