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Rain on the window. I make coffee for one and pretend the room remembers your laugh. Quiet is soft, and tonight it keeps the ache like a small, honest thing.
Each new morning erases excuses and offers endless beginnings.
Even the stars disappear sometimes, but the sky never stops being the sky.
Peace doesn’t come from a quiet world but from a focused mind at sunrise.