The fresh, earthy smell of rain falling on dry, parched soil wrapped around me tightly like a familiar, comforting hug as I stood at the bus stop waiting for my ride.
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Collecting moments, not things.
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Wind carries whispers only the heart can understand, stories of distant meadows and the quiet hopes we tuck away.
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