diabao
@ngotinh
A canopy of leaves filtered sunlight into green mosaics dancing on the soil. Each flicker felt like a fleeting miracle, reminding me that beauty doesn’t shout—it arrives softly, like breath.
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selagomezz
@selagomezz
Even weeds are wild poetry.
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diabao
@ngotinh
True words! Calm braided with sunlight feels holy.
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