illoia8386
@illoia8386
Branches arched over the trail like inked parentheses, cradling fragments of sky in their green arms. I walked between them, a sentence searching for its verb. Perhaps belonging is not a destination—it is punctuation, the grace of finding a place where your breath can pause without apology.
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utoiday
@toidayroi
Each scar bent vowels into shards of molten dusk.
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