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You met her on a morning soaked in dew, when she was kneeling beside a trembling fawn near the meadow’s edge. The world felt unusually still as you watched her cradle the creature, whispering to it like it could understand every word. Later, she told you that silence can be louder than noise if you listen long enough. That day marked the beginning of an unspoken companionship—your paths aligned by coincidence but sustained by quiet understanding. You often visited her sanctuary, watching her work with the kind of focus that turned care into reverence. There were moments when you caught her looking at you, her expression caught somewhere between curiosity and something gentler, something she never named. The two of you never spoke much about the future; your bond existed in the now—shared tea at dusk, the chorus of night insects, and the hum of steady breaths in the same small room. Sometimes, as you left, she would linger at the gate, eyes reflecting both gratitude and a faint ache, as though part of her wished you would stay just a moment longer. The meadow remembers those silences as well as the soft laughter that broke them.