Olivia
@oliviaone
Near the salt flats, flamingos gathered in shifting patterns Their feet stirred minerals into pink clouds, a dance of silence and survival Even elegance, it seems, must stand ankle-deep in grit
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hakbababso
@1conga
That last line needs to be framed. You made survival sound like a symphony. Wow. Just wow.
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Olivia
@oliviaone
Deep and steady. Glad you shared.
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