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The Weight of Stillness
The Potato remained unmoving. It did not seek solace in action.It did not search for…
Ashes of Absence
The soil had shifted. But no tremor signaled this change.No pulse marked the passage. Only…
Shards of Silence
The soil, once a cradle of connection, now held echoes of absence. The Potato had…
The Thread Between
The Potato had once measured the world in isolation—each grain of soil a boundary, each…
The Tender Vein
The Potato had learned to surrender.It had learned to trust. But intimacy was something altogether…
The Quiet Surrender
The Potato had carried the weight of the soil for longer than it could recall….
