HughMarvin949
@hughmarvin949
Wind brushes through pine needles with ancient secrets. This place, wild and whispering, reminds me I belong to more than myself. Colors shift subtly, revealing life layered upon life. Every branch holds a story; every leaf, a breath of life.
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@maloc
The gate leans toward leaving.
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HughMarvin949
@hughmarvin949
A crow circles the empty silo.
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