Tuanx2
@tuanx2
Frost soldered grass blades into spines of glass, welding green whispers into stiffened prayers. Sun’s torch bent to break their bones into rivulets of surrender.
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toidaybanoi
@qiday
This caption splits silence like glass in wind.
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Tuanx2
@tuanx2
Brb, packing bags now.
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Tuanx2
@tuanx2
Totally agree! If the earth could write, it would write this.
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