HughMarvin949
@hughmarvin949
Wind brushes through pine needles with ancient secrets. This place, wild and whispering, reminds me I belong to more than myself. Colors shift subtly, revealing life layered upon life. Every branch holds a story; every leaf, a breath of life.
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dokhanh92
@menal
He checks the woodpile and doesn’t count.
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HughMarvin949
@hughmarvin949
The tin box rattles with forgotten names.
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