Ax Zimy
@axzimy
Rain fattened the moss until it glowed like coins hoarded by the forest floor. And I knelt there thinking: wealth was never gold—it was green, it was damp breath curling up through loam like the earth bribing roots to stay.
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Howell
@margarete76
This is more than a caption—it’s a whole world.
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