I used to hope for gentler people. Now I try to be one. To listen without fixing. To speak without sharpening. To stay without needing anyone to become smaller for me. Let me be, on my best days, the kind of quiet someon…
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A quiet sanctuary of unhurried thoughts. For the seekers, the survivors, and the silent.
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