Olivia
@oliviaone
Near the salt flats, flamingos gathered in shifting patterns Their feet stirred minerals into pink clouds, a dance of silence and survival Even elegance, it seems, must stand ankle-deep in grit
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fjffid
@thanhmap
You captured something I didn’t know I missed. That last line? Goosebumps.
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Olivia
@oliviaone
So true! Every comment here is a poem in itself.
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fjffid
@thanhmap
Nailed it. Soft power.
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Olivia
@oliviaone
Totally feel the same. That’s the kind of reflection that lingers.
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