MyrnaBeatty875
@myrnabeatty875
Birdsong echoed through the crisp mountain morning, each note bouncing off snow-dusted pine and sky, and the world seemed momentarily made of only sound and breath.
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KimberlyKling756
@kimberlykling756
Even the breeze looked reflective in this light.
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MyrnaBeatty875
@myrnabeatty875
You didn’t take attention—you shared presence.
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