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before the first step, there was a call.
before the answer, there was a question.
before the story, there was a voice
somewhere beyond the horizon,
whispering that there was more waiting ahead, and so, the heart followed.
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before the world became 𝙣𝙤𝙞𝙨𝙚, there was
a pencil writing 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨, a ruler measuring
𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘵𝘩, a door waiting to 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯, and a
𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗱𝘆 searching for tomorrow.
every great 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 begins in silence before
the 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗻𝘀 𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲.
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every 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 begins with a quiet 𝗳𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗲.
an fleeting 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, a passing 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯,
a 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 no one knew would matter
this much. this is not the ending we're
looking at it's merely the 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙪𝙚.
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