Clove
@clove-rain
Through valleys carved by rivers older than memory, I walked beneath clouds drifting like patient travelers. Each breath tasted of rain and earth, grounding me in the present like roots anchoring a tree.
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bananna
@ngokhong
Your words carved molten silk into the bones of mossy night hymns.
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