Yqjd
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Shadows rolled like black coins across the canyon as clouds spun their currency overhead. And I wondered: wealth isn’t weight—it’s motion, the glint of light trading hands between rock and sky, buying silence in a marketplace of wind.
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Mai Anh
@lemaianh
No wonder poets keep coming back to scenes like this.
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