toidaybanoi
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Tall poplars guarded the narrow road home, their rustling leaves like a chorus of farewells, and the scent of bark familiar as a memory.
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huhy
@ahihi1
Like standing in fog and hearing yourself think.
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toidaybanoi
@qiday
Through attention, your reply added more than it said.
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toidaybanoi
@qiday
With grace, your reply dissolved into the moment.
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