In a garden where time occasionally forgot to tick, two elegant cranes named Pip and Lulla spent their days practicing the art of standing fabulously still. The flowers adored them, the bees gossiped about them, and even the butterflies stopped mid-flutter just to admire their poise.
One morning, a curious breeze swirled by and asked, “What are you two waiting for?”
Pip tilted her head. “For the world to quiet down enough to hear its own heartbeat.”
The breeze giggled and danced away, scattering petals like confetti.
And in that hush that followed, the cranes felt it—the silent blessing.
It shimmered in the air, soft as laughter, bright as the morning dew.
In a garden where time occasionally forgot to tick, two elegant cranes named Pip and Lulla spent their days practicing the art of standing fabulously still. The flowers adored them, the bees gossiped about them, and even the butterflies stopped mid-flutter just to admire their poise.
One morning, a curious breeze swirled by and asked, “What are you two waiting for?”
Pip tilted her head. “For the world to quiet down enough to hear its own heartbeat.”
The breeze giggled and danced away, scattering petals like confetti.
And in that hush that followed, the cranes felt it—the silent blessing.
It shimmered in the air, soft as laughter, bright as the morning dew.
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