It came not with the roar of guns but with the whisper of leaves, a slow, steadfast sap rising in the veins of the spring. Revolution was in every bud that broke through the soil, every mind that changed, every heart that opened.
Revolution — It was a transformation as inevitable as the seasons, as subtle and as profound.
⸱ Their revolution was rooted in quiet persistence, each leaf that unfurled, each mind that opened, a testament to the power of gentle change ⸱
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