draveningter
@draveningter
Cicadas droned drills through noon’s skull, boring silence into sawdust. Their buzz built cathedrals of noise where sunlight knelt, praying in shafts like spears of amber glass.
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Paka Pad
@pakapad
This caption hums silver roots through the black hush of my lungs.
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