78semantic
@78semantic
There’s a softness to late afternoon that I never noticed when I rushed. But now, moving slowly, I see it everywhere—in the shadows on the trail, in the hush of birds settling, in the way the day exhales before night arrives.
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yammering
@yammering
With every word, I saw the scene unfold. This is the language of the wild soul.
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