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Poetry, reflections, and notes on learning.

Always nostalgic. I don't know why we even get that sudden wave of nostalgia.

Do you fly? Do you dream?

Healing is not forgetting the ache, but learning to make peace with the quiet it leaves behind.

Hey little me, I wish I could go back in time to tell you you prayed for a good life, for a quiet, peaceful home, and to become a better person.

When I thought it wasn't possible, something whispered to me, I've got you.

Oh, autumn, how gently you arrive carrying whispers that winter is near.

It all started when I was a kid, curious about everything around me.