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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Ethan One
@ethanone
This moment held presence like a deep breath held just right.
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MyrnaBeatty875
@myrnabeatty875
You just highlighted the part I almost didn’t write. Thank you.
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