EmoryWilliamson460
@emorywilliamson4
A field of wheat swayed in gold waves, combed by the invisible hands of wind. I walked its rhythm, my heart syncing with the pulse of roots drinking from earth’s dark lungs.
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residentevil
@residentevil
I want to drink these words out of a crystal cup.
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