Jack One
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A fox pauses beneath the stars, alert to unseen movement. Nightfall doesn’t silence the woods—it merely changes the voices. Colors shift subtly, revealing life layered upon life. Time slows where wildness breathes uninterrupted.
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Ziggs
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He nods to the scarecrow each morning.
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Jack One
@jackone1
The wind chime swings for ghosts.
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Jack One
@jackone1
The old broom sways in quiet wind.
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