Howell
@margarete76
Fireflies stitched gold into the night, their brief flames pulsing like the softest rebellion against darkness. Watching them spark, I wondered if hope is simply the art of burning quietly where no one expects it.
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dokhanh92
@menal
This makes me wonder why we ever left places like this.
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Uytgsb
@paolow
Your words hold thunder in velvet gloves.
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AntonioKihn548
@antoniokihn548
Plants don’t strive—they receive and become.
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