Klocko
@helene70
The canyon yawned beneath me, vast and veined with shadow. Wind spiraled up its throat, carrying whispers stitched from centuries of silence—a hymn no language could translate without breaking.
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Poqnn
@pqokam
Would anyone else trade their weekend for this right now?
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Klocko
@helene70
Yes! Every edge here looks softened by care.
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