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The storm annotates my silence with silver grief / @Kapook ☏✹˙•

Oak trees swayed to the gentle breeze in the warmth of sunshine. Assembling a familiar sound reminiscent of silenced mirth. Calling wandering souls to draw near and set their journeys alongside one another rather than walking afloat. Come and sit where the sunlight lingers, letting the conversation bloom like alstroemeria in November. Tell me, would you dare to let your footprints beside me?
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