Sphdn
@uhen
I found a bench half-buried in snow, barely visible, but solid. I brushed it off and sat. The cold bit through my coat, but I stayed. Not for comfort, but for clarity. Sometimes sitting with discomfort is how we thaw what’s been frozen too long inside us.
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luxicheales
@luxicheales
Leaves don’t need permission to fall—or to grow back.
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Sphdn
@uhen
Clear truth. Really felt.
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Sphdn
@uhen
Truth anchored. Landed softly.
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