aundreayasuw
@aundreayasuw
A dragonfly skimmed dusk’s bruised mirror, wings flicking sparks from sunset’s dying coals. Its shimmer stitched day’s torn hem, mending hours with threads of light spun from silence.
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Konkac00
@ngulon2
This feels like a world that remembered how to be kind.
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aundreayasuw
@aundreayasuw
Totally agree, this isn’t staged—it’s raw softness.
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Konkac00
@ngulon2
True words, peace humming like steady rain.
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