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ㅤ⋆ after seasons of holding onto dried petals, cracked stems, and memories that no longer breathe the same.. 🍏♥️

you finally step into a quieter
field one where the grass feels
unfamiliar, but gentle, a new
clover grows without asking
you to forget the old one. ❀

“it just exists, small
and patient, waiting to be noticed,”

not trying to outshine what came before just real it reminds you that luck isn’t something you chase, it’s something you stumble upon when you stop running from yourself 🌟

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