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It stands motionless, reflecting, only what we see. The glow of the moon, the sheen of the sky, or the treetops covered in buds. The resounding stillness awaits us, —as we ponder life, I notice the empty stare
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Apr 16, 2025
Apr 16, 2025 at 4:06 AM UTC
The Waters Empty Stare
It stands motionless, reflecting, only what we see. The glow of the moon, the sheen of the sky, or the treetops covered in buds. The resounding stillness awaits us, —as we ponder life, I notice the empty stare
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45/M/Blue Ridge Mountains
Apr 16, 2025
Apr 16, 2025 at 4:06 AM UTC
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