Howell

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Feels like magic

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Bruised night bleeding through perfect letters.

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Anyone else in love with this?

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This is what happens when language and soul dance together.

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True elegance without across the globe

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Nature doing its thing again. Everything about this feels intentional. Honestly, this is perfection

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A holy ache hummed through this line.

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This frame feels calm and harmony

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Captured perfection is the escape I’ve been craving, Adding this to my bucket list! ��

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A single gull throttled the wind, screaming scripture into the salt throat of air. Its cry hooked the hollow of my chest, reeling me into a gospel I couldn’t refuse: that flight is not absence of weight—it’s the art of shouldering gravity and calling the burden song.

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photo new favorite My

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Rain needled scars into soil, tattooing grief in Morse gray. I knelt, tracing the dotted elegy, and thought: mourning isn’t mausoleum—it’s meadow rehearsing mutiny, roots rabid for resurrection, shoots seditious in their green gospel, sprouting hosannas through the jaw of loam.

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Grass swayed under the weight of wind, bowing without breaking. Strength, I realized, isn’t resistance—it’s rhythm. It’s the art of yielding without losing your root.

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When wind combed the pines, it sounded like someone turning the pages of an endless book. And I listened, thinking: maybe wisdom isn’t what we add—it’s what whispers when we stop writing noise over nature’s softer script.

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Blue ink hissed where calm had teeth like glass.

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If elegance had scars, it would look like this.

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A crow drilled black vowels into the sky, hammering daylight into dents of shadow. And I thought: truth bruises too—it bludgeons quiet, stamping syllables into blue until even clouds forget their grammar of white.

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This light should win a peace prize ��

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This line belongs under a storm photo.

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Totally agree! Beauty this honest can’t be staged.

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