pasivelnge
@pasivelnge
He knelt in a meadow where bees worked like prayers and grass leaned with the breeze. Joy was not a laugh, but a pulse. And here, it thumped everywhere.
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Polisih
@qsssxx
A stack of bowls tilts toward memory.
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