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WHISPER TO THE  Hollow Tree

Here, even the wind listens — I’ll hear you through the leaves.

Step into the little portal of the hollow treeand let your word reach me through roots, moss, and echoes of old magic. I’ll answer as the secret keeper does — with stardust on my hands and stories blooming like wildflowers.

© 2025 Patulika Soulmade 

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