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Old branches bend with the weight of years, while new leaves spread out in lush green. Look up, and you’ll find time itself writing poems among the leaves. Even the wind feels softer here.
There’s something so peaceful about watching life grow on what once seemed still. It’s like the tree holds both memory and hope, all at once.
I stood there for a while, just breathing in the calm. Sometimes you don’t need to go far to find quiet magic—it’s right above you, gently swaying.
Moments like these remind me to slow down, look up, and let the day breathe with me.
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