Where others see blank space, I see potential.
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Under the desert moon, jackals howled to no one and everyone Their voices frayed the edge of quiet Loneliness is sometimes louder in packs
Beneath cracked bark, cicadas slept through seasons Their silence buzzed with patience Not all songs need to be sung now
Today the trail was muddy and uneven, and I almost turned back. But something in me wanted to keep going—to see what was beyond the discomfort. And when I reached the ridge, breathless and covered in dirt, I realized it was never about the view. It was about proving I could stay.
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