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  • For so long, you searched for peace as if it lived somewhere outside yourself — in the next relationship, the next change, the next version of your life that hurt a little less. You built walls and bridges, burned both down, and still kept walking, hoping somewhere along the way you’d stumble upon a place Read more

  • A Child’s Holiday

    Christmas morning at Grandma and Grandpa’s house feels like waking up inside a secret wonderland. The house is quiet but full at the same time, like it’s holding its breath. I wake up early anyway. The air smells different here—like coffee, cinnamon, and something already cooking even though it’s still morning. The living room glows Read more