Konkac00
@ngulon2
Mountains wear snow like ancient crowns, their silence older than language. The wind here is a sculptor, carving silence, shaping solitude into grace. You climb not to conquer, but to return to something you forgot you loved.
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Apoq
@qppsl
You let the beauty unfold without rushing it.
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Konkac00
@ngulon2
Screaming internally but nodding
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