Ieg Rup
@iegrup
Under the open sky, firelight flickers like a heartbeat too honest to hide, drawing moths and memories alike. Stories gather in the smoke, rising with every crackle, rewriting grief into warmth one spark at a time. And in that glow, faces soften, truth spills easier, and even shadows come closer just to listen.
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Poqjzm
@quyen
It’s not what’s shown—it’s how you show it.
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Ieg Rup
@iegrup
That kind of awareness is rare—thank you.
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