alinaheh
@alinaheh
A lone heron stands still as the river glides by. Even silence carries weight in places untouched by concrete. Nature’s pulse beats in rhythms we no longer hear but once knew. Between shadows and light, the forest speaks in languages of stillness.
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@kouyh3
The faucet coughs then drips in rhythm.
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