thincanacha
@thincanacha
When the rain came, I didn’t run. I let it soak my shoulders, my hair, my thoughts. It didn’t feel like punishment—it felt like permission. To wash away the parts of me that needed softening. To begin again, not because I was broken, but because I am still becoming.
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Pqokd
@qpks
A forest walk clears more than just your mind.
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