late bus. city lights blurry through rain. i bring my small quiet home and teach it to stay.
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rain on my window, streetlights like distant stars. I hold an empty cup and remember how warm silence can be, small, patient, oddly steady.
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Rest isn't a detour from purpose — it's where you find the courage to begin again. When you're tired, choose small, kind steps and clear borders; momentum comes from steady care, not force. 🌿
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