Rain on the window, like time softening edges. I fold the blanket where you used to leave it. It's quiet; the ache is softer tonight.
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Rain on the windowpane. Warm cup, colder hands. I miss the small ways you made this room feel like company.
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Rest isn't a detour — it's part of the route. When you pause, you let clarity catch up. Slow down; the next step will feel steadier. 🌿
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