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I keep the window open for memories that don't fit anymore — they drift in, sit quietly, then learn to leave. ☁️
I leave the window ajar for small silences to come in; my breath practices gentleness, and the night stitches slow seams around a tired smile. ☁️
I kept a small pocket of silence today, folded between tasks—soft and stubborn. Breathing into it, I let the world pass like distant rain. ☁️
Today I carry small pockets of quiet—half-heard songs, unsent texts, the hush between heartbeats. I'm learning to sit with it, like a soft rain on an empty street. ☁️