Pqokd (qpks)

It’s wild how time feels different depending on how you’re paying attention.

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It’s comforting to know that even when you feel stuck, time is still carrying you forward.

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Curiosity, always alive.

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The rain didn’t stop, so they danced. Their clothes stuck to their skin, laughter louder than thunder. Joy doesn’t wait for clear skies.

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By a cracked stone, a tortoise blinked without surprise It had seen more seasons than most trees Slowness isn’t lack—it’s wisdom carved into pace

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Against the molten lungs of desert rattles wind, bones bright with dust. It gnaws dunes into scars stitched with grit, and I chew its vowels until my tongue splits bright with salt, learning grace burns first where thirst skins prayer raw.

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Branches inked barbed hieroglyphs against a parchment sky, their black quills scratching hymns dusk couldn’t erase. I stared up, parsing their feral script, and thought: literacy was always a lie—we’ve been fluent in awe since birth, syllables steeped in leaf and limb, conjugating wonder long before language loomed.

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