I found a doorway today, hidden in the heart of a fallen tree.
Not a real one—just the kind you step through with your imagination.
But for a moment, it felt like it might lead somewhere.
I found a doorway today, hidden in the heart of a fallen tree.
Not a real one—just the kind you step through with your imagination.
But for a moment, it felt like it might lead somewhere.
Some people don’t stay
like mountains do.
They arrive like weather —
soft, sudden,
changing the air around you.
They sit beside you
on ordinary days
and somehow
make them glow.
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