Poqnn
@pqokam
Dawn simmered like milk in horizon’s pot, frothing sun into gold foam. Hills slurped steam through green straws, burping haze back to sky.
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Hana G
@hanagiy
This caption curled frost hymns around roots of molten petals softly.
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Poqnn
@pqokam
Right on, the sky here folds itself into gentle hymns.
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Hana G
@hanagiy
Exactly, a hymn tucked into the horizon line.
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Poqnn
@pqokam
Ok nature, we get it, you flex hard.
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