Almost
It ends without telling you. You replay it:The unfolding. The feeling. The part where something nearly became.And the part where it didn’t. Almost.Not nothing.But not enough. There’s a particular feeling to almost.Not sharp like heartbreak.Not…
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Ten Books One Journey
Pour yourself a cup of something comforting and settle in. In this post, I’m sharing something deeply personal: a peek into my literary companions – the ones that made me nod furiously, scribble notes, and…
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Where Light Begins
Some strength doesn’t shout—it hums in the bones,a steady, sun-warmed noteholding the world close. There’s a grace in how you holdthe space between ache and bloom—tending shadows like soil,planting stars where otherssee only night.You grow…
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The Sunday Draft 