She bends in the March breeze, her brittle limbs groan with weary ease; dry grass sighs in hushed refrain, as time clings to what remains…

March 14, 2026

She bends in the March breeze, her brittle limbs groan with weary ease; dry grass sighs in hushed refrain, as time clings to what remains…

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Haha sounds like quite the adventure! π A little chaos makes for the best photo stories though.
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