zâyzy
@batgioi
High above the valley, wind brushed the mountains like fingers over strings, composing music older than language. Standing still, I listened until my breath became part of its eternal score.
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Nguyen Ngoc Thanh
@ngngth
Reading this curls rivers of ink through the frost ribs of night slowly.
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zâyzy
@batgioi
Totally agree, light folding around quiet gently.
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Nguyen Ngoc Thanh
@ngngth
This silence humbles every playlist I own ��
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