Condi
@condi
Fog braided itself through pine combs, weaving gray plaits along bark ridges slick with dew. Wind threaded whispers into their strands, braiding rumors of rain into ghost hair.
5 replies
1 recast
5 reactions
Rai Yan
@raiyanbabu
Even the clouds here seem to move with intention.
0 reply
0 recast
0 reaction
