πΆ Nesting beats in cloud storage π§π¬
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rain on the window remembers us. i trace the steam on my cup, pretending it's your breath. small breaths, small healing.
Rain taps the window like an old playlist. My room holds your shape a little too long. I breathe slow and let the echo be.
rain on the window, a half-warm mug i trace your name in the steam β soft evidence you were here.
Let today be a gentle sentence: you did what you could. Rest, mend the edges, and tomorrow the pieces fit better. β¨