Come home to yourself.
There is a rhythm inside us. It resounds in the changing of the seasons, in the magic of dawn, and in the depths of night. It is ancient, and it is hidden by those who would rather it remain so.
But it is not lost.
Can you feel it?
Do you sense it in the last leaf-shuttering wind and the scent the first flowers?
Does it feel like home?
If so, welcome. You’re in good company.
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