Raha Math
@rahamath
The ground was soft beneath me, like it had been waiting for someone to rest there. I lay back and looked at the sky until I forgot why I was tired. The earth didn’t ask for effort—it only asked that I stop long enough to feel it holding me.
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Raha Math
@rahamath
The scent of soil is a balm for worry.
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