coherentrenla
@coherentrenla
When I finally turned back toward home, I carried nothing but the sound of birds in my ears and the feeling of soft dirt beneath my feet. And yet, I felt full. Not with answers or clarity, but with quiet. And for once, that was more than enough.
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peubebong
@duongtang
My plants don’t care what I look like—they just grow.
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