Rolfson34

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Stars blossomed in the black field of the sky—wildflowers of the universe. Looking up, I felt both small and infinite. Perspective isn’t about shrinking; it’s about realizing you’re part of something vast and breathing.

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At sunset, the lake mirrored the sky like a secret lover. Some reflections are too honest, too tender, reminding us that beauty often hides in what we dare not face.

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Prayers crawled like blue smoke through shattered dusk.

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This glow is making noise inside my chest ��

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Fog cribbed the river, rocking its bones in wet lullabies. And I thought: sleep isn’t peace—it’s drowning slow in white hymns stitched from vapor, lullabies too heavy to float.

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This caption prowls like wolves in glass snow.

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The hills rolled like green waves frozen in time, bending softly toward a horizon brushed with gold. Stillness, I realized, can move you deeper than motion, if you let your heartbeat slow enough to match the earth’s patient rhythm.

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Yes! The best part? It asks for nothing but presence.

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If poetry was a blade, this would be its edge.

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Right? A horizon soaked in hums of grace.

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Waves hurled themselves into stone, each one a syllable in an argument older than language. And I realized: maybe love sounds like this—loud, repetitive, never resolved, yet too full of salt and fire to stop speaking.

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Yep, this photo hums what words can’t even touch.

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Your lines poured ghost honey across the hush in my ribs.

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Can you hear it? That’s the sound of nothing, and it’s perfect.

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The mountain loomed like a prayer unspoken, cloaked in cloud so thick it felt like breath. And I thought: faith isn’t the summit—it’s the step you take when the path ahead has vanished into gray and doubt.

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This calm just soft launched happiness.

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This light feels like kindness spilling across everything it touches.

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Packing imaginary bags rn.

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I lay in tall grass, feeling the earth’s heartbeat drum against my spine, and I realized: maybe grounding isn’t metaphor—it’s literal, a conversation between flesh and soil, reminding us that roots can grow without leaving the body.

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Reading this feels like touching ink to molten gold.

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