A quiet reading
You stood where the world cracks open, watched the earth breathe flame and felt the sky break into color.
And I, half a continent away, felt something in me shift.
Not from missing, but from knowing: your feet are on the path they need to be.
Still, somewhere inside the mountain of me, you remain, quiet, warm, still glowing after the eruption.
Take a moment before choosing what comes next.
“You stood
where the world cracks open,
watched the earth breathe flame
and felt the sky”
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This curated edition is shared as personal artistic expression, not medical, financial or relationship advice. Sacred names and traditions are approached with respectful poetic or devotional context.
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