I imagine its roots threading deep into clay and stone, holding fast while seasons whirl above.
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Lovely imagery!
This line: “The leaves answer with a patient rustle, reminding me that time is not a race but a rhythm.” Feels like a Psalm.
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Lovely imagery!
This line: “The leaves answer with a patient rustle, reminding me that time is not a race but a rhythm.” Feels like a Psalm.