Daniel One
@danielone
A lone heron stands still as the river glides by. Even silence carries weight in places untouched by concrete. Nature’s pulse beats in rhythms we no longer hear but once knew. Between shadows and light, the forest speaks in languages of stillness.
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Rolfson34
@theowan12
A thimble rolls across the shelf.
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Daniel One
@danielone
The bell on the door rings once, for old time’s sake.
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