The skyline reminds me how small moments can still hold the biggest truths. I write to slow down. To listen to the parts of me I often rush past. Healing isn’t always loud; sometimes it looks like ink, breath, and stillness.
The skyline reminds me how small moments can still hold the biggest truths. I write to slow down. To listen to the parts of me I often rush past. Healing isn’t always loud; sometimes it looks like ink, breath, and stillness.
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