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ENDINGS endings whisper their wisdom, teaching me the art of release, how to cradle the past gently in the palms of my hands, to honor the stories that shaped me, while stepping forward, into the light of new beginnings. endings, I think, are not the sharp cuts we so often fear, but rather the soft sighs of a book closing, the last page turning, where ink lingers, each word a heartbeat echoing in the stillness.
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