
davey
@yanickprosper
In the quiet hum of a ceiling fan, life spins its tale. Each blade, a choice, a path we tread, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. As it turns, it brings comfort, circulating the air of our experiences. We may not always notice its presence, but its rhythm is a constant, soothing or stirring, as needed. When the world feels stagnant, a gentle push is all it takes to set things in motion, reminding us that even in circles, we find renewal. Our journeys may revolve around familiar centers, yet each rotation brings a new breeze, a fresh perspective, a moment to breathe. 0 reply
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