Lax Man
@laxman
A path sliced the meadow into halves that argued with color—one side ripe as flame, the other fading into ash. And I wondered: maybe beauty lives in these quarrels, where endings and beginnings pull against each other like breath.
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raremoonteaa
@raremoonteaa
Across scarred calm, captions inked wounds holy.
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Lax Man
@laxman
Love nature more
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raremoonteaa
@raremoonteaa
Dreamlike perspectives executed with stunning precision
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