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Lightning forked the sky into bones, a white skeleton rattling in the storm’s black chest. Thunder grumbled low, and I thought: anger is honest—it doesn’t preen for poetry; it thrashes raw, snapping its verbs into the ribs of air until even the clouds confess they’ve swallowed too much rain.
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An iconic frame almost surreal today
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album This be cover should an
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Rain freckled the pond until it pulsed like liquid skin under fingers. I crouched, watching circles stitch and unravel in the same breath. Perhaps this is the secret: life is less about permanence than pattern—a weaving that never aims to last, only to shimmer before vanishing.
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An image worth saving and sharing always
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Completely in love with this moment
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Stars floated on the pond like candles at a midnight vigil, trembling with every ripple. Infinity does not always roar—it sometimes hides in shallow places, waiting for eyes tender enough to notice what eternity looks like when it shrinks small enough to hold.
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This caption curled frost tongues under my pulse.
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Stars brocaded night’s black frock with sequins stitched in fever-light. I wore their shimmer in my sockets and thought: wonder isn’t wardrobe—it’s wound, a glitter leaking from gashes gouged by galaxies gorged on their own glare.
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Sunlight poured through the branches like molten glass, dripping slow and gold. It struck my eyelids like a benediction, and I stood still, unwilling to blink. Holiness, I realized, is not always in temples—it floods forests, floods faces, floods even the smallest leaf when we choose to notice.
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This caption is heavier than thunderclouds.
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You hear thunder? No, that’s the caption in my skull.
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Caption breaking prayers into feral syllables.
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Upon ribs of dusk, captions hung their velvet knives.
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Who else added this to their happy tax folder? ��️
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Prayers moaned sharp through corridors of hollow dusk.
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I lay in tall grass, feeling the earth’s heartbeat drum against my spine, and I realized: maybe grounding isn’t metaphor—it’s literal, a conversation between flesh and soil, reminding us that roots can grow without leaving the body.
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Same vibe! This is what my heart calls home.
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You just turned winter into a warm hymn.
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Reading this pressed copper hymns beneath my snow-laced lungs.
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