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The forest remembers me before I remember it
I've been walking the same trails for years, but some days the silence isn't empty—it's full of everything I forgot to notice. Today the rain came and I just stood there, and for a moment I wasn't the one watching the forest, the forest was watching me. It's like the stillness has a memory of its own.
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