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A pill from “Light, as we were wind 🌬️ - The small internal revolutions …
Inside them, something was starting to change. Silently, without fanfare.
She felt a new strength being born in her, as if those conversations were bringing back to the surface a forgotten, ancestral part. She had started to smile more lightly again, to look at herself in the mirror without looking for flaws, but recognizing fragments of beauty. She finally felt seen. Not as a shadow among many, but as a unique and special being.
He, on the other hand, felt a conflict that was burning him slowly. Every day he was torn between duty and a desire that was growing. The hours spent with her made him feel alive, present. Her voice was like a balm after a hard day, like a lighthouse in the fog of days that were all the same. He began to look at his life with different eyes. The automatic gestures, the dull habits, the answers given out of tiredness. She had sparked questions in him that he could no longer ignore. But neither of them spoke openly about what was happening. There was a delicacy, a form of respect that kept them safe from any pressure. And yet, every message, every call, every breath, every whisper shared… said much more than a thousand words. 9 replies
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