Smiling because of you.
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The feel of a well-worn leather journal in my hands—pages filled with half-finished poems, grocery lists, and random thoughts—reminds me that life’s beauty lies in the messy, unpolished moments.
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Sometimes, I talk to my plants, telling them about my day; they don’t answer, but seeing them grow feels like they’re listening.
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