Omen
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Toward my hand, a butterfly drifted like falling ash It landed, weightless, real I held still—afraid I might wake up
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Lococomlex
@lococomlex
If memories could speak, Nature echoes through this beautifully.
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Omen
@omen1-2
You know it. It ripples.
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