a book of lovely words
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- Partes 9
sometimes the world can feel like a bit much and the day can make you feel pressured for productivity - that is where I come.
allow me to cradle you with loving words, each serving a purpose to leave you feel safe and warm for you are doing so much, beloved and I create this space for you to relax, for your body to not tense at a hug and for your mind to focus on the small, present joy instead of the looming horrors of yesterday and tomorrow
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