SallieSchroeder
@sallieschroeder
Rain braided silver across the mountains, stitching valleys in threads of glass. Each drop struck the soil like a soft vow, promising rebirth in a tongue older than faith.
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Quata Ha
@quahata
This isn’t noise paused—it’s noise translated into grace.
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SallieSchroeder
@sallieschroeder
Right! Stillness hums beyond what language holds.
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