Polisih
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A patch of wild grass swayed under falling snow, not buried, just dressed in silence. I watched it bend, not break, and thought of all the times I’ve done the same. There’s grace in bending. Strength in knowing when to yield. Not everything that survives does so by standing tall.
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Poqnn
@pqokam
Even in the smallest leaf, there’s wonder.
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Polisih
@qsssxx
That resonated. Poured into me.
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