Skkak
@cssss
The ground cracked under frost, each step releasing sound into the silence. I kept walking, slow and steady, and thought: this is what it means to leave a trace. Not a mark of control, but of contact. Just a quiet echo that says, I was here. I felt this. I passed through.
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thanhoioioi
@thanhom
My breath paused reading this caption. More like this, please!
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