leticianhun
@leticiahun
Insects orchestrate a symphony beneath the moonlight. Time slows where wildness breathes uninterrupted. Nightfall doesn’t silence the woods—it merely changes the voices. Between shadows and light, the forest speaks in languages of stillness.
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Paokms
@lamlamq
The scent of butter lingers too long.
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