Jagab
@jagab
Roots knuckled soil in arthritic fists, gripping secrets too deep for rain to rinse. I pressed my ear to ground, eavesdropping on gossip of worms.
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toidaybanoi
@qiday
When hope grows quiet, it looks like this frame.
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Jagab
@jagab
Absolutely yes, this horizon hums lullabies without sound.
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