I step back and watch the harbor settle into stillness. The buildings rise in warm blocks of yellow, coral, and cream, as if they are storing sunlight. The water holds them again, softened and wavering, more memory than mirror. Boats rest low and dark, keeping the scene from drifting too far into sweetness. The reflections stretch and break gently, turning solid walls into something almost weightless. Cool blue spreads outward, calming the heat of the facades without putting it out.
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I T A P I met the sea at the end of a long, pale pier. The railings traced straight lines, like a quiet path for my thoughts to follow. Ahead, two lighthouses stood watch, one white and one dark, holding the horizon in place. The air smelled faintly of salt, and the wind felt crisp against my face. My heavy steps slowed, as if the distance itself was asking for patience. The water glittered in the cold light, turning even my sad thoughts into a tiny yes.
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Adieu, 2025. The deep blue sky and that thin pink line on the horizon quietly hold my attention. A year of ups and downs passed through me like waves and then drifted away. Personally, there were more hard days than easy ones, and I often felt that making it through was enough. Still, every so often, one small glow stayed with me longer than I expected. Tonight, I want to quietly acknowledge it all and be a little kinder to myself. Now I want to exhale and meet the new year with a softer heart.
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