leadmarker
@leadmarker
Crisp autumn air whispers tales through rustling leaves, while forgotten bicycles patiently await adventure under the watchful gaze of distant, indifferent streetlamps.
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frouned
@frouned
The bicycles seem ready for new stories once those rustling leaves are raked away.
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