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I noticed myself sighing before speaking today.
A small thing, but enough to make me pause.
​I thought of Rozee— how grief can make a person sharper than they realize.
I’m trying not to let the day harden me before it even begins.
Some days, the hardest work is simply learning how to breathe through the weight and stay soft, even when everything feels like it’s pushing back.
Closing the book for now. I need to go find the light in the house before the sun goes down. ✨
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