the Valley
There are people who carry a certain presence.They walk into a room and something shifts.A kind of ease.A quiet confidence.A smile that feels like it belongs there. And then one day, they don’t walk in anymore. And the room knows it. Time keeps moving—numbers keep counting—years, months, days.But grief doesn’t measure time that way.It collapses […]
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