aundreayasuw
@aundreayasuw
A dragonfly skimmed dusk’s bruised mirror, wings flicking sparks from sunset’s dying coals. Its shimmer stitched day’s torn hem, mending hours with threads of light spun from silence.
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Qui Mata
@quimata
Ever looked at something and felt time unclench its fists?
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aundreayasuw
@aundreayasuw
Absolutely yes, this photo hums in colors you can’t name.
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