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Jul 29, 2025
7:31 AM
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Out in the vast black, among cool stars and endless silence, there's a location wherever gentle variations rock, where oceans breathe, and wherever air hums with the memory of trees.
It revolves alone — maybe not loudly, perhaps not quickly — but with a flow more than time. Mountains rise from hidden fire. Woods grow skyward, drinking from forgotten rain. Beneath land, sources twist through layers of history, touching bones and secrets extended since turned to dust.
Nothing otherwise we've observed provides streams that remember glaciers, winds that recall the form of Planet, or skies that after bore the weight of mastery unmarked by names.
Here, living realized to get from water.
Here, color was born.
Here, stop is never empty.
We speak of planning elsewhere, of locating yet another, of achieving beyond. However in all the heavy looking, in most indicate sent in to the void, we've discovered only silence. Number answer. No echo.
Only this earth responds.
Only this place sustains.
Only this soil welcomes the shape of our footsteps.
When, we offered it a title — just one word to put on its weight.
But names are not enough.
Here is the keeper of every breath, every storage, every start we've actually known.
There might be others.
But we've only this one.
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