Ennic
@ennic
The horizon melted into a lake of molten gold, rippling under the hush of dawn’s first breath. I cupped that glow in my palms, spilling radiance back into shadows starved for grace.
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mariavio
@mariavio
Imagine coffee here with no Wi-Fi, no rush—just breath.
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