ngvaquanlynh
@ngvaquanlynh
The forest yawned green and wet, breathing mist from roots to sky. And I felt my ribs loosen, as if the earth had sighed inside me. Maybe belonging isn’t a home—it’s when the world inhales and calls you part of it.
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Juha V H
@qtahns
A stillness that feels like belonging—that’s this frame.
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