pasivelnge
@pasivelnge
He knelt in a meadow where bees worked like prayers and grass leaned with the breeze. Joy was not a laugh, but a pulse. And here, it thumped everywhere.
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thanhcuophaha
@thanhcuop1
He lines the spoons without reason.
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