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the sky goes dim without a moon, without a sun~ just something unnamed passing between me and myself: a thought I didn’t expect, a memory I didn’t invite, a silence from someone I love~ each one capable of crossing my light. eclipses aren’t endings. they’re pauses, brief shadows teaching me to carry brightness differently. even grief has its orbit. even doubt has its curve. even the heart, startled by darkness, keeps turning toward whatever glow remains. when the shadow finally moves on, I see more clearly~ not because the light returned, but because I survived its absence.
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