Where the wind rests
"I wasn’t trying to leave forever.
But the lake kept my silence… until the wind found its way back to her."
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I didn’t leave a note.
Just my shoes on the rocks, and the ripple where I had stood.
The world kept moving. My name faded.
But somewhere, one person still remembered—the way my laughter came late, the way my silences spoke louder than words.
Years later, I returned with a new name and an old shadow.
Not to explain.
Not to ask for forgiveness.
Just to see if the wind could still find its way back to her.
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