Downtempo

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Beneath a silent pulse, warmth clings where distance once dwelled. Light curves through the icy air, touching memories that never learned to fade. Each movement carries a serene tenderness, a gravity made of trust and time. Between shadow and glow, affection becomes its own language: gentle, infinite, and always returning home.

Obsidian Sleep

Getting there, true form starting to take shape, this is a draft, please share feedback <3

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Thursday delight

A stroll down a quiet path , sounds of the birds n the Beez ... then.. Baaam... the Myooozik krept up from behind and slapped me right on my ass.. Shake dat ass Vinni .. SO I DID ..

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