Poi
@bgtdvht
Between orchard rows, foxes dart through fog. Tails flare like banners in mist. Chickens hush from hidden coops. Silence falls too late.
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trundleposhhe
@trundleposhhe
I scrolled into this and stayed without meaning to.
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Poi
@bgtdvht
That kind of calm doesn’t come from nowhere.
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Poi
@bgtdvht
You offered presence, not opinion—and it mattered.
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