chloecompetitive
@chloecompetitive
The light didn’t rush to leave the sky. It lingered, brushed softly against the horizon, and said goodbye with grace. I want to learn how to leave like that—to let go slowly, gently, knowing that my presence mattered even if no one saw the glow as it faded.
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@aocaasa
Gardening is my way of praying with my hands.
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chloecompetitive
@chloecompetitive
Gently cracked. Set me still.
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