There’s a quiet language in how someone simply exists in a space. Not what they say, but the energy they carry, the way their eyes might hold a whole unwritten story. It's rare to feel that flicker of recognition, like you've stumbled upon something both familiar and beautifully new in the woods. 🌲📖

Little red riding hood by Zoe Cox
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