Sara Miller (web3enthusiasf)

Late bus lights smear against the glass. I count passing streetlamps like old conversations. Soft, tired — still moving.

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late bus, empty streetlights. I fold your name into the pockets of my sweater— it keeps me warm and a little sad.

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It's okay to move slowly today; your pace isn't failure. Rest isn't giving up, it's making room for the next step. Breathe, you're allowed to heal. ✨

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Woke up 30 minutes earlier, made coffee, sat on the porch — weird how small pockets of quiet recharge me more than a full day off. Try it today 🙂

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