Ennic
@ennic
The horizon melted into a lake of molten gold, rippling under the hush of dawn’s first breath. I cupped that glow in my palms, spilling radiance back into shadows starved for grace.
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Qhbuu
@pqiigu
Your words spill color into the lungs of wind.
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Ennic
@ennic
Yes! Could spend hours just being here—doing nothing.
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