Late bus windows blurred by rain. Your laugh hums in the city lights. I fold myself into a blanket that's learning to hold me.
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You don't have to sprint to the next chapter; rest is part of turning the page. Pausing lets you choose where you go next — not from exhaustion, but from clarity. Give yourself that quiet. 🌿
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Rest isn't quitting; it's recalibrating your compass. When you're spent, pausing is how you choose a truer path — not a failure. Small recoveries add up into steady progress. 🌿
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