From a hidden grove, a lone feathered watcher pauses as if stitched to the sky.

It feels like the land is breathing with you.

The feeling here is quieter than joy, but just as real.

Stillness like twilight humming through the chest.

If softness were a land, this would be its flag.

A thousand words wouldn’t hold what this moment gives freely.

Nothing moves in haste—and that feels healing.

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Stillness that sits beside grief and grace alike.