BrookKub277
@brookkub277
Raindrops patter like forgotten songs on banana leaves. This place, wild and whispering, reminds me I belong to more than myself. Nightfall doesn’t silence the woods—it merely changes the voices. Nature’s pulse beats in rhythms we no longer hear but once knew.
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marielhenry
@marielhenry
The doorframe shifts beneath his fingers.
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BrookKub277
@brookkub277
The knife block stands still and sharp.
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