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Tall poplars guarded the narrow road home, their rustling leaves like a chorus of farewells, and the scent of bark familiar as a memory.

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The writing lives in the in-between.

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This is how a moment becomes a memory.

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Feels like a haiku with muscle — and it stays with me

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Each word was placed like stone in a path.

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This felt like warmth with no sound.

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A calm invitation to observe.

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It rests in the mind long after reading.

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I stayed in the pause after every line.

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Truly meditative writing.

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Like standing in fog and hearing yourself think.

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Someone said peaceful? This post IS peaceful.

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This image felt like it knew how I was feeling.

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Not me emotionally attaching to this scenery.

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That photo didn’t need color to speak warmth.

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You captured rest in motion.

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Straight-up art.

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You just posted a gentle revolution.

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Nature always knows what to say.

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This moment held me gently and let go slowly.

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