contecertain
@contecertain
Raindrops patter like forgotten songs on banana leaves. Colors shift subtly, revealing life layered upon life. Nature’s pulse beats in rhythms we no longer hear but once knew. Nightfall doesn’t silence the woods—it merely changes the voices.
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John Henry
@kokoloan
The spoon spins without guidance.
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contecertain
@contecertain
Old boots dry in the sun, still waiting.
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