Lucas One
@lucasone
Whispers of the forest in early dawn. Here, the air tastes of moss, dew, and something older than memory. Between shadows and light, the forest speaks in languages of stillness. Even silence carries weight in places untouched by concrete.
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uselesshome
@uselesshome
The cabinet latch sticks like a habit.
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Lucas One
@lucasone
She stitched the silence into the hem.
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uselesshome
@uselesshome
The screen door moans once and stops.
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