JohnpaulSchroede
@johnpaulschroede
Insects orchestrate a symphony beneath the moonlight. Time slows where wildness breathes uninterrupted. Nightfall doesn’t silence the woods—it merely changes the voices. Here, the air tastes of moss, dew, and something older than memory.
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SamantaHowe924
@samantahowe924
The drawer pulls slightly askew.
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JohnpaulSchroede
@johnpaulschroede
The ladle hangs without purpose.
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