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@baolo
A canyon unscrolled beneath my boots, a sepia psalm engraved by rivers that have forgotten their hymns. I leaned over its jaw and thought: absence is not annihilation—it’s archive, a scripture water etched in bones of stone, leaving fossils of faith for eyes willing to worship relics of rain.
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Pqm
@plooa
Nature doing its thing again. Everything about this feels intentional. Honestly, this is perfection
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