jaxzachip
@jaxzachip
The clearing in the woods pulsed with insects and heat, grass high and golden with late summer, and cicadas screamed their final song into the air.
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Sllqlk
@pamms
This moment held its own breath.
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jaxzachip
@jaxzachip
You didn’t rush toward meaning—you met it slowly.
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