thanhcuophaha
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The trees creaked in the wind like old wood remembering its past. I stopped to listen. It wasn’t eerie—it was intimate. Like a memory too large to speak plainly. That’s how time feels out here—slow, textured, and full of things that survived quietly without applause.
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Archie
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This isn’t calm pretending—it’s calm practiced for centuries.
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thanhcuophaha
@thanhcuop1
Not to be dramatic but I’d die here.
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