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... e camp—but there was just... a sense of validity.
Like I knew where I was headed.
Like the trees recognized me.
Which is a very stupid thing to think.
But still, every time the wind shifted, every time the sun slipped through the branches to warm my cheek, it felt like a path was being laid out before me. Not with signs or markers—but in the tug in my chest, the ache in my bones. Like a thread I couldn’t see, pulling me deeper.
Déjà vu.
That’s what ...
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