What We Miss
We rush past beauty every day — a bloom, a color, a moment. Nature doesn’t shout; it whispers. Slow down. Look closer. This is what we miss.
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What We Miss
We rush past beauty every day — a bloom, a color, a moment. Nature doesn’t shout; it whispers. Slow down. Look closer. This is what we miss.