Uyqrvs
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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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hecarimop44
@hecarimop44
I keep a pot by the window to remind me of seasons passing.
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Uyqrvs
@yhggs
Preach! Breathed with it.
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Uyqrvs
@yhggs
Real soft. Still in my bones.
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