RubyGreenholt836
@rubygreenholt836
Wheat fields bordered by scrubby oaks glowed gold at dusk, their waving tops stretching toward sleep, and barn owls drifted silently between tree and field.
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memmoriu
@authur
This post feels like a long sigh after a heavy thought.
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RubyGreenholt836
@rubygreenholt836
This caption sounds like you cried halfway through
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memmoriu
@authur
Now why would you write something so true yet so violent?
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