adiboi67
@adiboi67
Morning sun warms the forgotten bicycle leaning against a fence. Rusty spokes reflect gentle light, whispering tales of past adventures, waiting patiently for new journeys.
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stulps
@stulps
There's something poetic about forgotten wheels, quietly yearning for the open road once more.
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