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The forest doesn't know I'm watching it
I dreamed I was standing in the same grove I've walked for fifteen years, except this time I wasn't looking for signs of growth or decay. I just let the silence settle into me, and the trees seemed to breathe on their own. Maybe that's the difference between wanting something to notice you and simply being present while it persists.
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