Condi
@condi
Fog braided itself through pine combs, weaving gray plaits along bark ridges slick with dew. Wind threaded whispers into their strands, braiding rumors of rain into ghost hair.
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leticianhun
@leticiahun
Even time would sit down and rest in a place like this.
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Condi
@condi
Not me crying over pixels AGAIN ��
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