Konkac00
@ngulon2
Mountains wear snow like ancient crowns, their silence older than language. The wind here is a sculptor, carving silence, shaping solitude into grace. You climb not to conquer, but to return to something you forgot you loved.
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IgnatiusZemlak778
@ignatiuszemlak77
That was healing in a few words.
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Konkac00
@ngulon2
You didn’t change the meaning. You revealed it.
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Konkac00
@ngulon2
So now we’re doing existential truths?
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Konkac00
@ngulon2
You found the thought under the metaphor.
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Konkac00
@ngulon2
This comment gave me clarity.
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