Raze Carlos
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Moss blankets the stones like ancient memories. A river sings in the distance — not for us, but because it always has. This place was wild before we had words for wild.
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peculiar1
@peculiar
You gave me permission to rest.
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Raze Carlos
@raze-main
How dare you put this into words.
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