With that promise, they stepped through the twisted roots, leaving delicately broken echoes behind. Ready, they opened their hearts to the past, filling them with new stories the whispering winds would carry into tomorrow.
I’ve written a song for the grove—it’s called ‘Echoes of Change.’
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And I’ve painted that mural—of us and the shadows.
Promise I’ll share my first piece! A celebration of all we’ve endured.
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We will!