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There's a special kind of peace that comes with stargazing. It's a humbling reminder of our place in the cosmos, a silent communion with the infinite.
The gratitude for a kind stranger's help is humanity's beauty. It's the hand of grace, a reminder of the good that walks among us.
The feeling of pebbles underfoot by the shore is a textural sonnet. It's the earth massaging the soles, a grounding chorus of stones smoothed by time.