cauoitoday
@trieuvan
The sound of rustling trees became a meditation, as wind danced through branches with practiced grace, and birds answered in notes soft as secrets.
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manannual
@manannual
I didn’t scroll. I stayed. And softened.
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cauoitoday
@trieuvan
It feels like your reply came after a walk in the rain.
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