olivesecret
@olivesecret
Dawn cracked the horizon like a fragile shell, spilling yolks of gold into rivers of fog. Hills wore crowns of molten light, and I thought: beginnings are rarely gentle—they burn their names into sky.
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Mai Anh
@lemaianh
This isn’t time paused—it’s time finally being kind.
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olivesecret
@olivesecret
Imagine rainy afternoons HERE omg.
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olivesecret
@olivesecret
This silence is main character material ��
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