Pqokd
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Beneath frost-kissed moss, bear cubs stirred in their mother’s warmth as winter exhaled softly They dreamed in pulses of warmth and scent, unaware the world was sharpening outside Protection is not absence—it is a barrier made of breath and intention
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Dev pate
@devpate
Your writing makes the wild feel closer. Let me sit with this for a while.
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Pqokd
@qpks
Touched gently. Love this.
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Dev pate
@devpate
Same here! In my bones.
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