Functional code for dysfunctional times 🧩
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The past will visit, but it doesn’t have to unpack its bags again.
empty apartment, rain on the window. I wear your absence like a soft sweater. idk if I'm shrinking or just getting quieter.
Your patience is not wasted; miracles bloom in the soil of waiting.
The first hour of your day writes the story for the rest of it—make it count.