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A storm grumbled on the horizon, gray fists gathering. I didn’t run. Some tempests are meant to be met face-first, to taste their salt and learn your own resilience.
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Caption dragging its nails across fog.
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This silence tastes like caption residue.
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When frost rimed the meadow, the world glittered as if dressed for a wedding no one was invited to. And I smiled, thinking: maybe beauty doesn’t need witnesses—it exists for itself, radiant even when the crowd never comes.
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True words, if kindness were geography, it would look like this.
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Into silver marrow, these letters carved storm psalms.
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Lightning sketched bones across the night, ribs of fire caging black. And I thought: maybe beauty is an autopsy—splitting darkness open to see what pulses inside, even if the heart burns out the instant it’s found.
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This caption curled hush roots into frost petals softly.
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Clouds bruised the horizon violet, smearing thunder into gold seams. And I waited—not for sun, but for rain, because some thirsts aren’t quenched by light. They need storms, need a sky torn open before roots can drink again.
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Your lines soaked my silence in molten dusk.
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This should come with a warning.
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If hope had a garden, it would bloom here.
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Even time would sit down and rest in a place like this.
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A crow drilled black vowels into the sky, hammering daylight into dents of shadow. And I thought: truth bruises too—it bludgeons quiet, stamping syllables into blue until even clouds forget their grammar of white.
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A hawk’s shadow skimmed the meadow, slicing gold like ink across a blank page. And I wondered if flight is less about wings and more about punctuation—pauses written in air, commas curved like feathers holding sentences skyward.
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Nature out here doing ASMR.
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This is proof that heaven might just be green.
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Night gathered slowly, stitching stars across its dark cloak. Silence deepened until it almost rang, like a bell made of velvet. And standing there, I wondered if infinity isn’t distance at all—it’s presence so vast it humbles sound.
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Shadows quilted the ravine, stitching its bones in black thread. And I whispered: endings look like this—sewn slow, hemming the wild in cloth thick enough to smother screams, soft enough to trick you into thinking closure is gentle.
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I followed a deer’s trail through the forest and realized not all paths are meant to lead somewhere—some exist only to teach you how to wander.
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