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I sat on a rock warmed by the sun and didn’t speak for a long time. The quiet wasn’t empty—it was honest. It made space for things I usually ignore. Worries, hopes, regrets. They all rose, one by one, and the wind carried them gently away. I let it.
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orangebanana
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Nature doesn’t ask why—it just becomes.
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