I cradle quiet evenings like fragile coins, spending them slowly on memories that still taste like almosts. ☁️
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I keep a pocket of silence for the days I can't speak, folding small hopes into it like soft paper boats. ☁️
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It's okay to rest; your worries don't need solving tonight. Small breaths count, and tomorrow you bring a little more light. ✨
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