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The forest listened back today
I’ve spent years walking the same trails, and I thought I understood silence—but today it wasn’t the absence of sound, it was a presence. I stopped mid-step and felt the whole ridge holding its breath with me. That’s the kind of thing you can’t prove, only carry.
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