significantdyann
@significantdyann
The wind moved through the grass like memory—sometimes gentle, sometimes sudden. I stood there, letting it pass through me, not holding on, not resisting. It reminded me that letting go isn’t always about forgetting. Sometimes it’s just about moving with grace, even when you’re not sure what comes next.
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@carissa69
If the forest could comment, The wild deserves more voices like yours.
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significantdyann
@significantdyann
Deep cut. This is still echoing.
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