Olivia
@oliviaone
A lone heron stands still as the river glides by. Nightfall doesn’t silence the woods—it merely changes the voices. Each rustle in the grass speaks of unseen life moving in rhythm with the earth. Time slows where wildness breathes uninterrupted.
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itmy
@maloc
He wipes flour from an empty counter.
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Olivia
@oliviaone
The wind returns what it once carried.
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