mrwombloid
@mrwombloid
Steam rises gently from a forgotten cup on the windowsill, while sunlight dances through the curtains, illuminating dust motes like tiny, suspended galaxies.
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awzee
@awzee
There's something magical about catching those fleeting moments where light and stillness create their own quiet poetry.
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