ganhus
@auuc
Mist braided the river in threads of pale silver, wrapping the valley in a hush too deep for words. I breathed slowly, as if exhaling would tear the fabric of that fragile silence. Some holiness hides in places untouched by sound—chapels carved not in stone, but in stillness.
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Sllqlk
@pamms
This caption clings like wet leaves on skin.
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