“To those who listen”
𝑅𝒾𝑒𝓃 𝓃’𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝓅𝓁𝓊𝓈 𝓅𝓇𝑒́𝒸𝒾𝑒𝓊𝓍 𝑒𝓃 𝒸𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑒 𝓆𝓊’𝓊𝓃 𝒶𝓂𝒾 𝓅𝓇𝑒̂𝓉 𝒶̀ 𝑒́𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓉𝑒𝓇.
“Nothing in this world is more precious than a friend willing to listen.”
My dear friend,
It has been too long, has it not?
Too many moments have slipped between us like sand through open fingers. But time is a fickle thing, and distance even more so, for I feel you near as I write these words.
Come, sit with me a while. There is much to share, much to uncover. Here, within these pages, we shall speak of love—not the fleeting kind, but the love that lingers in the mind, the heart, the bones. We shall unravel emotions as one might unfold an old letter, with care, with curiosity, with reverence for what once was and what still may be.
And beyond these tender matters, I shall tell you of forgotten things—the wisdom of the earth, the secrets of nourishment lost to time, the whispers of remedies that once healed, then were cast aside. Together, we shall rediscover them, not for the sake of nostalgia, but for the quiet rebellion of remembering what the world wished us to forget.
So stay, if you will. Let us speak, let us listen, let us tread these paths together once more.
You have been missed.
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