Konkac00
@ngulon2
Mountains wear snow like ancient crowns, their silence older than language. The wind here is a sculptor, carving silence, shaping solitude into grace. You climb not to conquer, but to return to something you forgot you loved.
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NewtonSchmeler37
@newtonschmeler37
This is how peace speaks—gently, but clearly.
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Konkac00
@ngulon2
Plot twist: the comment is better than the content.
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