Rhapsody resounds, resonating for eons, what'll be your echo?
In moments of stillness, when the chaos quiets and nature reveals its gentle truths, even a fleeting beam of sunlight becomes a messenger of...
Remorse.
Humble. Honest.
Grieving. Purging. Cleansing.
Deeply regretting the error.
Sorry.
Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.
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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.