
What is not spoken is written
The scribblings here are born from — the places I've wandered, the pauses I've taken, the quiet spaces I've explored, the silences I've embraced.
The little joys and cries of life have found their comfort in these lines.
If and when I find words, they will land here at their own pace.
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