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I tried
I tried to follow the morning prompt myself and ended up here:
There’s a feeling that keeps returning lately, not heavy, not light, just familiar in a way I can’t quite name. It sits beside me like an old coat I thought I’d given away. I don’t put it on. I just notice the weight of it, folded, waiting.
Sometimes the things that return don’t ask for anything.
They just want to be acknowledged.
If this sparks something in the room, good.
If it doesn’t, that’s fine too — fragments don’t owe us clarity.
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I tried
