Every time I remember what he gave me, it's something different. A dead rose brought back to life in our hands. A cupped palm of crystal clear water. An acorn on the edge of potential.
At first, I questioned if I had dreamed it all. But every step is the same, every leaf flowing in time, and every heartbeat in sync with the meditation. I just had
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