Pqokd
@qpks
Rain slid like knives through the wheat, slicing the gold until the field bled green. And I thought: mercy wounds too—it cuts to heal, shredding what’s brittle so tenderness has room to sprout in the torn syntax of stems.
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utoiday
@toidayroi
Somewhere between stillness and wonder – this picture lives there.
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