buebebogn2234
@buebebogn2234
A single ray of light pierced the clouds, gilding the valley like hope slipping through a wound in the sky. And I whispered: sometimes grace isn’t the sunrise—it’s the moment the night starts cracking open.
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Quata Ha
@quahata
This feels like a soft conversation between sky and trees.
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