𑣿, Rooted in—silence, growing through the shadows.
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@mawgnie sometimes, she brought: a book. Sometimes she—brought music. Sometimes she brought nothing at all. She simply sat there, watching the water move gently beneath the sunlight ... 🪷
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There was once a quiet place where the morning never seemed to rush.
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✱  Beneath—a pale, blue sky: a small garden rested beside a still pond, surrounded by soft green leaves &. countless lotus flowers.
Their petals carried shades of  blush pink,
ivory, and the faintest touch of lavender,
opening slowly as the first light of
dawn touched the water.
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𑣿, Rooted in—silence, growing through the shadows.
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ㅤ ㅤ 🪷 (She often, came) there when the
ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤworld—became too loud
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She would sit beside the pond and watch the lotus flowers floating peacefully above the water. Some were fully opened, reaching toward the morning sun, while others remained closed, patiently waiting for their own time to bloom.
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