Lax Man
@laxman
A path sliced the meadow into halves that argued with color—one side ripe as flame, the other fading into ash. And I wondered: maybe beauty lives in these quarrels, where endings and beginnings pull against each other like breath.
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longlingne
@longlongne
This caption spun hush petals across moss rivers softly.
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Lax Man
@laxman
True! Looks like silence finally got dressed up.
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longlingne
@longlongne
Absolutely, this view hums old lullabies.
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