rain on the window. an empty mug cools on the sill. I stay soft in the small hours.
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Late bus. Rain on the glass. I count the distance between your name and my breath, and fold it into a small, quiet peace.
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You don't have to be extraordinary today; steady, kind choices add up. Rest without guilt, set gentle boundaries, take one small step — that's how the long game wins. 🌿
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