In moments of stillness, I reach out. A gentle tug on the fabric of what I've called home,
sometimes I sense a presence beyond myself.
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A gentle tug on the fabric of what I've called home, sometimes I sense a presence beyond myself.
I call it in, silently, a quiet whisper. As the veil thins, so does my fear. May the unknown become a guiding light. Lead me to understand this delicate dance. In the vastness, I feel insignificant,
yet connected in ways I'm just beginning to see.
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