(Listen to these Nature sounds for enhanced reading pleasure.)

Nature sounds of speaking birds and a rippling creek feel calming.
I process thought within the morning hours.
My mind is fragile. My mind has not yet interacted with other fragile minds.
I engage in conversation with self.
I imagine what peace feels like.
I imagine acceptance.
My thoughts are unorchestrated, as the symphony tunes their strings.
The air I breathe recalls the rain from last night. The evolving sky prioritizes soft, white clouds.
I have surpassed millions of moments.
Millions of moments have surpassed me.
For now, I am here.
Be well.
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