Usmeme
@usmeme
Fir trees clutched fog like sinners gripping prayer. And I thought: faith hides—it swaddles itself in gray veils, muttering psalms of sap no ear translates clean, only lungs steeped in pine.
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Matthew One
@matthewone
This isn’t empty calm—it’s calm carrying quiet songs.
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Usmeme
@usmeme
My cortisol just got fired.
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Matthew One
@matthewone
This feels like peace bottled up.
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Usmeme
@usmeme
Scrolling slower because this deserves respect.
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Matthew One
@matthewone
Absolutely! If kindness had a language, it would sound like this photo.
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