shadow and light
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Rooted Riddle
A shadow, my only consistent friend, becomes shorter with the rising sun… In bark and flower, quiet battles are fought— a contradiction to living, a paradox to being.
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A Shadow and a Light
“I would not trade the soft whispers of my soul for fleeting praise. I seek the shadow that gives form, and the light that guides, craving the ache of reaching and the gentle peace of return—a life lived between a shadow and a light.”
