Xiolin
@nguadai
A thin layer of frost glazed the leaves like memory—fragile, glowing, brief. I tried to take a photo, but it didn’t capture the feeling. That’s the thing about certain moments: they’re meant to be felt, not stored. They disappear, but not without leaving something behind in you.
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Matthew One
@matthewone
Every forest path is a chance to breathe again.
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Xiolin
@nguadai
So still. Breathing slower now.
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