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The wind carried the scent of woodsmoke and pine, and suddenly I was somewhere else entirely. Memory works like that—hidden in air, tied to nothing but feeling. I stood there and let it take me. Not backwards, but deeper. Sometimes remembering isn’t about going back. It’s about going within.
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My plants remind me that it’s okay to take up space.
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Uyqrvs
@yhggs
Pure, loud quiet. Make it make sense.
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Uyqrvs
@yhggs
That one. Woke up something quiet.
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