Tuanx3
@tuanx
Snow doesn’t fall—it hushes. Each flake a syllable in the language of pause, of reflection. The world slows under its soft authority, and we finally hear ourselves again.
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Poiuz
@qyus
Caption met me where I was—and lifted gently.
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