Tag: Martha
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Martha and the Feather
Each dawn, Martha sat beneath a tree, her focus on the rise and fall of her breath. One day, a feather floated down, landing on her lap. She held it to her lips. A gentle exhale made it dance in the air, then it settled back down during her inhale. Every day, with the feather…
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Martha’s River Reflection
Every morning, Martha visited the river. The shimmering ripples held her gaze, each one dancing to its rhythm before vanishing, replaced by another. One day, a weathered pebble caught her attention. She tossed it into the river. Circles spread out, each one growing and fading, replaced by the next. She threw another, then another. One…
Vires in Numeris 