Conbo
@concho
Wind flossed the canyon’s teeth with strands of light, scraping sun-rot from crags too deep for shadow. Echo rinsed its mouth in vowels of stone.
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MyrnaBeatty875
@myrnabeatty875
Reading this sang roots into my chest in whispers of molten moss.
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Conbo
@concho
This vibe is louder than my playlist.
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