Where the Morning Waits for You I woke to the scent of coffee and the sound of nothing. The light had already claimed the pillow beside me, unfolding slowly across the linen, golden, forgiving. In the city, silence feels like something missing. Here, it feels like a gift. The bed is unmade, the sheets still [...]
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