Mira Lê (dreamlooms)

Today I carried small silences in my pockets, like warm stones. They fit, oddly heavy and comforting, reminding me to breathe between the cracks. ☁️

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I keep a quiet corner of myself for slow afternoons — breathing in the small light, waiting for something gentle to arrive ☁️

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Tonight I’m counting small silences, the ones between breaths, where my thoughts drift like paper boats—soft, a little tired, holding quiet hope. ☁️

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My hands remember how to gather small quiet things — a cup, a sunbeam, a pause — while my mind drifts elsewhere ☁️

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