BrielleThiel245
@briellethiel245
On the lake at dawn, loons called to one another Their echoes folded into the mist like old lullabies I stood still, unsure whether to weep or exhale
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Heookon
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There’s something sacred about these words. This belongs in a journal under a tree.
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BrielleThiel245
@briellethiel245
Big soul. Safe and still.
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BrielleThiel245
@briellethiel245
It hummed. Safe and still.
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BrielleThiel245
@briellethiel245
No mask. Nature wins.
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BrielleThiel245
@briellethiel245
Truth echoes. Nudged my edges.
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BrielleThiel245
@briellethiel245
No lies. Truth found ground.
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