Come home to yourself. Softly, gently, like waves returning to the shore. Trace the echoes of your laughter, the fragments of dreams you once held close. Follow the quiet pull of your own breath— it knows the way. Yes, you may wander. You may dance through wild detours, lose your name in someone else’s eyes. But always— return. To your roots, your rhythm, the truth you carry in your chest. ...
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