alinaheh
@alinaheh
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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makkey
@lumburd
The faucet echoes like a half-formed thought.
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alinaheh
@alinaheh
The apron fades without complaint.
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makkey
@lumburd
Cracks in the walls remember her laughter.
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