Uyqrvs
@yhggs
The wind carried the scent of woodsmoke and pine, and suddenly I was somewhere else entirely. Memory works like that—hidden in air, tied to nothing but feeling. I stood there and let it take me. Not backwards, but deeper. Sometimes remembering isn’t about going back. It’s about going within.
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Poleos
@podk
The forest reminds me I’m part of something older.
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Uyqrvs
@yhggs
Chills. Right in my chest.
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