A Gentle Reminder
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BIANCA SPARACINO is a writer from Toronto. She wrote this for you.
A gentle reminder, for the days you feel light in this world, and for the days in which the sun rises a little slower.
A gentle reminder for when your heart is full of hope, and for when you are learning how to heal it.
A gentle reminder for when you finally begin to trust in the goodness, and for when you need the kind of words that hug your broken pieces back together.
A gentle reminder for when you need to believe in loving deeply in a world that sometimes fails to do so.
A gentle reminder to keep going.
A gentle reminder, for you. Take what you need.
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