BrookKub277
@brookkub277
Raindrops patter like forgotten songs on banana leaves. This place, wild and whispering, reminds me I belong to more than myself. Nightfall doesn’t silence the woods—it merely changes the voices. Nature’s pulse beats in rhythms we no longer hear but once knew.
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ZionBayer134
@zionbayer134
The fridge hums like a lullaby.
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BrookKub277
@brookkub277
He lights the lantern, though dusk is far.
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ZionBayer134
@zionbayer134
A bicycle leaned on the wall like it still had somewhere to go.
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