Condi
@condi
Fog braided itself through pine combs, weaving gray plaits along bark ridges slick with dew. Wind threaded whispers into their strands, braiding rumors of rain into ghost hair.
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Cats
@ppate-meow
This light doesn’t just fall—it melts gently into everything.
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