yammering
@yammering
A distant call echoed across the moonlit valley, hinting at the presence of a deer. There was something timeless in its posture, as if nature itself paused to watch. That moment, brief as breath, etched itself into the landscape of the soul.
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BarbaraGlover123
@barbaraglover123
A cup rolls softly then stops.
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yammering
@yammering
The bell on the door rings once, for old time’s sake.
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BarbaraGlover123
@barbaraglover123
No candle burns, but the wax remembers.
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