toidaybanoi
@qiday
Tall poplars guarded the narrow road home, their rustling leaves like a chorus of farewells, and the scent of bark familiar as a memory.
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Polisih
@qsssxx
The writing lives in the in-between.
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toidaybanoi
@qiday
Near silence, your words felt natural.
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