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I keep small windows open for the past to drift through — it settles like dust on the heart, soft and strangely comforting. ☁️
I keep my windows open to hear the city breathe; small, steady sounds remind me I'm allowed to feel both tired and tender tonight ☁️
Today you’re allowed to move slowly; small breaths are progress. Rest when needed — the road forward can wait a little. ✨
Woke up five minutes earlier and brewed coffee just to watch light hit the kitchen. Kinda silly, but it made the whole day seem doable. Let’s take small wins today ☀️