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Lake
Mist drifts across the water, the world reduced to silence and breath. No need to move. The lake holds the sky, the heart holds the lake.
When do you allow yourself to be still?
What rises in the quiet you do not chase?
Stillness · Transformation · Fire
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Mist drifts across the water, the world reduced to silence and breath. No need to move. The lake holds the sky, the heart holds the lake.
When do you allow yourself to be still?
What rises in the quiet you do not chase?