Uãyhb
@psllx
Stars salted the ink-pool of night, each pinprick a whispered dare. I tipped my gaze and thought: eternity doesn’t need edges—it breeds inside our breath when we stare long enough to see blackness bleeding glitter, when we name hunger holy because hunger keeps our throats ajar for galaxies.
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@aogiac1
A melody wearing iron boots—that’s this line.
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Uãyhb
@psllx
bit praise that Shot every of deserves
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Choing
@aogiac1
Photography that feels nature’s creativity today
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Choing
@aogiac1
Visuals like this deserve constant admiration
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