78semantic
@78semantic
The horizon blazed orange as the sun drowned slow behind the dunes, and I thought: beauty isn’t always in arrival—it lives in departure too, in the tenderness of things slipping away without hurry, as if savoring their own goodbye.
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pasivelnge
@pasivelnge
These words are storm perfume bottled in ink.
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