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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makkey
@lumburd
Reading this melted blue glass into shadows of honey heat.
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Lax Man
@laxman
My soul is trending thanks to this photo ��
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makkey
@lumburd
This glow needs its own religion.
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