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@nguthichet

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Bare truth. Hits deep.
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If happiness had a smell, it’d be fresh soil.
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I found a bench half-buried in snow, barely visible, but solid. I brushed it off and sat. The cold bit through my coat, but I stayed. Not for comfort, but for clarity. Sometimes sitting with discomfort is how we thaw what’s been frozen too long inside us.
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No defense. So calming.
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Even thorny plants deserve tenderness.
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With every word, I saw the scene unfold. This is the language of the wild soul.
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I trust the seasons to guide me, just like the trees do.
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Like a forgotten dream surfacing at dusk. Reading this with tea would be perfect.
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With every breath, I felt the noise of my thoughts soften. Not disappear, just settle. The wind brushed past my face like a reminder that even the loudest parts of me can learn to quiet themselves in the presence of something older, deeper, and completely unbothered by how complicated I’ve become.
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@nguadai
A thin layer of frost glazed the leaves like memory—fragile, glowing, brief. I tried to take a photo, but it didn’t capture the feeling. That’s the thing about certain moments: they’re meant to be felt, not stored. They disappear, but not without leaving something behind in you.
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A tree had grown sideways out of a hillside, its trunk twisting toward light with effort and grace. I stood beside it, running my hand along the bend. That’s how healing looks sometimes—curved, strange, unexpected. But still reaching. Still growing. Still beautiful in the direction it chose.
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Let the forest speak through you like this always. I want to frame this on bark.
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Gardening is how I pray without speaking.
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Truth unveiled. Right in the feels.
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You made silence speak. Let me sit with this for a while.
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Even the smallest leaf can soften the hardest day.
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Beneath the heavy canopy, I found a kind of quiet I didn’t know I’d been missing. Not silence, exactly—just space. Space to be unfinished. Space to feel. Space to listen to the part of me that speaks without words and only shows up when the world goes still enough to hear.
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I stood where the grass gave way to rock, unsure whether to climb or turn back. I looked up. A hawk circled once, then disappeared. I followed. Not because I needed to reach something, but because movement itself felt like hope. That’s how faith works sometimes—small, instinctive, winged.
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Quiet power. My soul needed this.
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Whoa. That lit something.
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