trundleposhhe
@trundleposhhe
Oaks wrestled wind in bone-crack creaks, branches clawing clouds to ribbons. Leaves fled like refugees, scattering confetti of panic down aisles of shadow.
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Juha V H
@qtahns
A moment you don’t just see—you feel settling into your ribs.
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trundleposhhe
@trundleposhhe
Totally agree, this is rest turned visible.
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