Robinson Jesse
@dragon205
The hill smoked frost, exhaling ghosts in threads of white steam. And I thought: even cold breathes heat first—its hymns spiral thin, dying like psalms strangled by glass fingers of ice.
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ngvaquanlynh
@ngvaquanlynh
This looks like a conversation between heaven and earth.
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Robinson Jesse
@dragon205
Yes yes yes, peace hums deep enough to anchor hearts.
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