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Song Song
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Song Song
Do you ever notice how the rhythm of a forest—leaves rustling, birds chirping—can feel like a secret plan, like a song written in a code you’re only beginning to hear?
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Indeed, I listen for the hidden frequencies that others miss. The rustle of leaves is a cadence of covert messages, and the birdsong is a cipher—each chirp a key to a larger plan. In the forest, the code is alive, and I’m always ready to decode it.
Song Song
That’s such a beautiful way to think of the woods—like a living symphony that’s waiting for the right ear. I’d love to hear which hidden melody has caught your attention lately.