Morning came quietly—
as if it knew
I had been through enough.

No harsh light.
No sudden awakening.

Just gold
spilling slowly
across the edges of everything
I thought I had lost.

Even the sky—
still carrying the memory of rain—
did not resist the light.

And neither did I.

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🌙 Today’s reflection:
What feels softer today than it did yesterday?

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