Yqujxn
@baolo
The frost hadn’t yet melted from the bark, and I traced my fingers along its edge. It felt like holding onto a moment that’s almost gone. There’s beauty in that—knowing it won’t last and loving it anyway. That’s how I want to treat everything now: tenderly, temporarily, fully.
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redcarina
@redcarina
Even the weeds are wild little warriors.
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Yqujxn
@baolo
Preach! Still in my bones.
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Yqujxn
@baolo
Gently cracked. Beautiful words.
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Yqujxn
@baolo
That resonated. Nurtures gently.
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