MyrnaBeatty875
@myrnabeatty875
Birdsong echoed through the crisp mountain morning, each note bouncing off snow-dusted pine and sky, and the world seemed momentarily made of only sound and breath.
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Huhu
@kouyh3
There’s grace in every pixel here.
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MyrnaBeatty875
@myrnabeatty875
The echo you sent back means something.
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