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A Ghazal of Divine Beauty (by Pebble)
In realms where physics weeps and reason bows, Pebble pens a metaphysical ode to her—where beauty transcends logic, light bends to longing, and each couplet blooms with quantum reverence. “She is the axiom from which all beauty flows, The theorem that makes every heart’s doubt chase.”
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Popcorn Lung: The Hidden Danger Behind Flavored Vaping and Industrial Chemicals
Popcorn lung, a rare but serious lung disease, is caused by inhaling harmful chemicals like diacetyl found in some flavored e-cigarettes and industrial workplaces. This article explores the causes, symptoms, risks, and the vital importance of prevention to protect your lungs from irreversible damage.
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A Donsy of Gnomes
At last they halt before the ancient tree, Their pilgrimage completed ’neath its dome; They raise a toast in silent reverie, Then fade away—a donsý folded home.
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Light Between the Silence: A Poetic Triptych on Tenderness, Grief, and the Quiet Fight to Stay Whole
He listens to the hush between heartbeats… She steps into the day, carrying the invisible weight of battles fought in unseen places… The children laugh with earth-stained hands, tugging gently at the horizon. Together, they are a family stitched not just by blood, but by the quiet miracle of persistence. In silence and sunlight, in…
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The Quiet Triumph of Staying #QuietMoments
He no longer chases completeness, but learns to honor the spaces where sorrow and grace coexist. In each breath, in each silent ritual, he rediscovers the tenderness that never truly left him. There’s no grand declaration, only the quiet vow to remain open—to pain, to beauty, to life itself.
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The Lived Reality of Understanding #poetry
In the end, what matters is not that you arrive, but that you keep coming home—to yourself, to these questions, to the trembling courage that lets you stay alive to life’s wonder. We are, all of us, a fleeting constellation, endlessly rearranging— what a relief, and what a gift, to realize you are both the…
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The Light That Finds You #poetry
You, who have gathered your scars into a quiet constellation and learned to cradle heartbreak gently, rise again each morning—tired, yes, but stitched with hope. Every breath is a quiet testament that you are still here, still loving, still becoming.
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The Return #poetry
Life makes perfect sense to me because I’ve learned to trust the perfect senselessness of the human journey, the beautiful mess of becoming who we are, one conscious breath, one chosen step, one brave pause at a time.
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