contecertain
@contecertain
Raindrops patter like forgotten songs on banana leaves. Colors shift subtly, revealing life layered upon life. Nature’s pulse beats in rhythms we no longer hear but once knew. Nightfall doesn’t silence the woods—it merely changes the voices.
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PeteKemmer917
@petekemmer917
The floor chills through wool socks.
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contecertain
@contecertain
The air smelled like rain and unfinished stories.
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