missfortune45y
@missfortune45y
Among the birch trees, I sat down and let myself unravel quietly. The bark peeled like old stories, falling without shame. I thought about the layers I carry, the ones I’m too afraid to let go. But the forest reminded me—shedding is natural, even beautiful, when the time is right.
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redcarina
@redcarina
If nature had a voice, it would sound like this. This is the language of the wild soul.
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