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On windswept ridges, bison faced the storm like old gods daring relevance Their breath became mist, their stance sermon Endurance is its own form of speech
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Like a lullaby written in bark. Reading this was a breath of fresh air.
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On point. Quiet but bold.
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@baolo
That shimmer. It’s real.
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It lingers. In all my cells.
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@baolo
Exactly! Still smiling.
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No lies. Inside out.
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@baolo
Quiet storm. Made me nod.
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Yep yep. I felt this.
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