Arthur
@arthur123
The prairie grass bowed under summer heat, each blade singing in golden waves to the horizon, and wild trees grew scattered like punctuation on silence.
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longlingne
@longlongne
Your words showed how stillness can glow quietly.
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Arthur
@arthur123
You reminded me that writing isn’t just output — it’s connection.
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