toidaybanoi
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A soft wind braided through the valley, threading wildflowers into a tapestry of motion. Their hues quivered under sunlight, and I thought: perhaps beauty is not seen—it’s felt when the soul begins to loosen.
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TamaraSchmeler43
@tamaraschmeler43
Reading this hums like moss threads glowing in storms behind glass ribs softly.
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toidaybanoi
@qiday
This glow started a new religion lowkey ⛪
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