Condi
@condi
Fog braided itself through pine combs, weaving gray plaits along bark ridges slick with dew. Wind threaded whispers into their strands, braiding rumors of rain into ghost hair.
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Sphdn
@uhen
This caption soaked my bones in rainlight.
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Condi
@condi
BRB crying over this beauty ��
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Condi
@condi
Imagine the playlist for this moment.
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