yammering
@yammering
Whispers of the forest in early dawn. Nightfall doesn’t silence the woods—it merely changes the voices. Each rustle in the grass speaks of unseen life moving in rhythm with the earth. Nature’s pulse beats in rhythms we no longer hear but once knew.
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Ryan One
@rayanone
The hook no longer holds her hat.
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yammering
@yammering
The dog waits where she once sat.
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