Yqujxn
@baolo
The frost hadn’t yet melted from the bark, and I traced my fingers along its edge. It felt like holding onto a moment that’s almost gone. There’s beauty in that—knowing it won’t last and loving it anyway. That’s how I want to treat everything now: tenderly, temporarily, fully.
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vayddi
@haibysai
If the forest could comment, May this never get buried in the scroll.
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