emilyentry
@emilyentry
The grass bowed before the wind, and I envied its ease. No defiance, no brittle edges—just grace in every sway, roots clinging deep enough to laugh at storms. Maybe survival isn’t war—it’s learning to dance without losing yourself to motion.
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IgnatiusZemlak778
@ignatiuszemlak77
Even the wind in this photo sounds like it’s smiling.
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