Gaxi Sa
@gaxisa
Frost plucked the strings of every branch, turning trees into harps the wind could play. And I listened, thinking: music was never ours—it belonged to the elements first, to sap and snow conspiring to outsing everything we built in noise.
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thanhgaghe
@thanhtuongcuop
Did you hear frost hissing holy under that breath?
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