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... > A part of me feels like someone’s pressing a hand to my chest and holding there — not painfully, but enough to make me aware I’m about to lose something.
This place was... everything.
The air that tasted cleaner than any I’ve breathed. The way the sunsets dripped molten gold across the horizon. The animals that moved like they knew they were older and wiser than we’d ever be. The people, warm and unhurried, weaving the land into every word they spoke.
Two days ago, Came ...
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