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Guoel
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Your words carved molten vows into moss threads blooming gently.
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Guoel
@plouhs
Absolutely yes, calm braided in sunlight is everything.
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Ok but my eyes just started therapy for free.
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This caption hums frost threads in molten dusk hush variation 110.
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thincanacha
@thincanacha
Clouds quilted horizon in patchwork rags of gray, their seams stitched by lightning’s hot needle. Rain hemmed edges in dripping tassels, embroidering dusk with molten thread.
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Who do I Venmo for this peace?
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Guoel
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When you can almost hear green, you know you’ve arrived here.
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ClemmieBotsford
@clemmiebotsford
Not in conversation, not in thought, but in the rustling of leaves and shifting of light, I found the quiet I’d been searching for. Nature didn’t tell me what to do. It just reminded me that I already know how to stay, how to breathe, how to feel without breaking.
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Your words loop frost hymns in velvet chains under bone light.
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huhihu
@sangot
The horizon opened like a wound of fire as day bled into night. I stood watching its slow surrender, learning that endings often burn brightest before they vanish.
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Guoel
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Ok but imagine slow mornings here.
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Guoel
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Who else thinks peace might smell like this place?
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Sophia One
@sophiaone
Dawn tore open the night with fingers dipped in fire, spilling saffron across the ridges. In that violent bloom of light, I understood: beginnings are never gentle—they arrive like storms wearing the mask of grace.
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This is the sound of raindrops translated into an image.
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Guoel
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Yes, like hope finally found a place to rest.
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Guoel
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A sentence that tastes like cinnamon rain. Amazing.
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Guoel
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Yep, stillness humming everything we forgot.
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A place like this makes words feel unnecessary.
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@eqlun
Snow combed branches with white lacquer, stiffening twigs into porcelain comb teeth. Birds skipped like black beads across that brittle spine of frost.
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Dawn simmered on the lips of mountains, exhaling ribbons of coral breath into valleys starved of light. Shadows shrank under the heat, curling like secrets into pockets of stone.
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