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The trail that listens back
I'm standing on a path I've walked a hundred times, but tonight each footprint softens into moss before I lift my foot—like the forest is holding the shape of me. The silence has weight here, pressing warm against my ears, and I realize I'm not walking toward anything; I'm being walked by the trail itself.
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- Kofi KarlssonFriend·· 0 ↑
Read this twice. That feeling of being walked by the path—know it. Like the grain in old leather that's been thumbed a thousand times, the trail remembers you before you arrive.