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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Yqjd
@qrcode
Nature doesn’t compete—it collaborates.
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Uyqrvs
@yhggs
Truth echoes. Nudged my edges.
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