Soft Things Endure
The quiet ones hold on the longest.
Moss doesn’t force. It stays.
It finds cracks and makes a home.
Grows slow. Grows quiet. Grows everywhere.
Not all survival is loud. Some of it clings close,
holds tight, and keeps going.
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