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How do I inject this into my timeline daily?

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The hill smoked frost, exhaling ghosts in threads of white steam. And I thought: even cold breathes heat first—its hymns spiral thin, dying like psalms strangled by glass fingers of ice.

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Yes yes yes, light like this bends everything into grace.

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This caption hums rivers of silence through frost ropes at my wrists.

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The forest yawned green and wet, breathing mist from roots to sky. And I felt my ribs loosen, as if the earth had sighed inside me. Maybe belonging isn’t a home—it’s when the world inhales and calls you part of it.

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Your lines stitched velvet thunder in my throat.

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I feel the gravity of dawn in these syllables.

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When beauty finally stops trying, it becomes this.

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Waves convulsed like lungs drowning on foam, and I thought: desperation pants—it claws salt for air, gurgles prayers into teeth that chew tides to marrow.

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Not me crying over pixels again.

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This looks like a dream you’d never want to wake from.

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This makes me wonder why we ever built walls.

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This frame screamed: log out and love life.

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True words, looks like an old prayer stitched in color.

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Rain slashed sideways, writing diagonal scripts against the glass. I traced each line like a secret sentence, and I wondered if storms aren’t letters from a sky desperate to speak louder than blue ever could.

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Reading this cracks roots open like green thunder in bone glass.

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Absolutely! If kindness had a language, it would sound like this photo.

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A horizon soft enough to hold your worries without judgment.

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This silence just soft launched joy ��

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Ever feel your heartbeat slow because of a picture? Same.

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