toidaybanoi
@qiday
A soft wind braided through the valley, threading wildflowers into a tapestry of motion. Their hues quivered under sunlight, and I thought: perhaps beauty is not seen—it’s felt when the soul begins to loosen.
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Sllqlk
@pamms
This caption hums like breath drowning under rivers.
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toidaybanoi
@qiday
Need this tattooed on my memory.
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Sllqlk
@pamms
Yep, even clouds look patient here.
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