Dry leaves fall or fly
Away from a tree, decay.
Absorbed by the tree—
What will I tell the younger me if I meet her?
Be you, bravely.
Dream even bigger. No one can stop you without your permission.
One more thing…. You know more than you’ve ever thought, you just don’t see it clearly; adjust the view finder and open your very eyes!
So much love,
The older you 🐣
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