Coffee cools beside me. The last bus hums away. I count the soft distance like a language.
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You don't have to sprint through every season of your life. Slow down, set gentle boundaries, and let rest be part of the work — growth is patient; it stays even when you’re quiet.
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late bus. empty seats. city lights like names I can't call. my hands learn to hold their own warmth.
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