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| Dancing without meaning to. |
The shadow stretched, the leaves swayed, and for a second it felt like something bigger than me was borrowing my outline.
It’s funny how the smallest gestures - a tilt of the arm, a flicker of light - can look like celebration when seen from the right angle. Maybe that’s what joy really is: a quiet rebellion against stillness.
Location: Home, Portugal.
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