Daniel One
@danielone
A lone heron stands still as the river glides by. Even silence carries weight in places untouched by concrete. Nature’s pulse beats in rhythms we no longer hear but once knew. Between shadows and light, the forest speaks in languages of stillness.
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Lucian
@lucian20
The stool scrapes too easily.
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Daniel One
@danielone
The stairs creak their welcome and warning.
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