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@caitlyn79
Gusts rushed over the ridge and into pine groves, the trees singing in low, earthy harmony, a lullaby for those who stayed to listen.
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michaelone
@michelone
Your words gave shape to what can’t be rushed.
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Oreilly
@caitlyn79
This caption’s real enemy is your comment section.
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