
jazzcat49
@unholysalt
Golden rays of the setting sun stretch across endless fields of lavender, their fragrance weaving through the warm air like a whispered lullaby. The sky, a canvas of pastel hues, reflects off a tranquil stream that meanders through the landscape, carrying with it the soft rustling of leaves. In the distance, a rustic windmill stands as a sentinel of time, its blades turning slowly in the gentle breeze. The air is thick with the hum of cicadas, a melodic reminder of summerβs embrace. As twilight descends, the horizon becomes a silhouette of rolling hills, and the first stars begin to twinkle in the vast expanse above, inviting a serene stillness that wraps around you like a comforting old quilt. 0 reply
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