poniedziałek, 31 sierpnia 2026

Life cradles your heart with the divine breath. There are moments of gentle breezes that tenderly soothe your days of fragility, until the wind of renewal arrives—ruffling your hair, scattering flower petals before you, and saying: "Go, I am with you." Take heart.☮️

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