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The sky was doing that thing it does—where it can’t quite decide if it’s finished with the storm or ready to let the light back in. So it does both for a while.
Big, heavy clouds, and then these small openings where the light slips through anyway.
The land below just waits it out. It doesn’t rush. It doesn’t try to fix anything. It holds steady while everything above it shifts and rearranges.
I think I’m drawn to that kind of moment more and more—the ones that aren’t resolved yet. Where things feel a little uncertain, but not in a bad way. Just in the way life often is.
And somehow, there’s still light in it.
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