Stones In My Pocket
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This story isn't a guidebook, nor is it a blueprint.
It's a collection of thoughts for the days when you feel too full and too fragile.
Each chapter is a stone; a small truth, an odd thought, a moment you'll recognize but never knew how to say.
Sometimes the weight we carry isn't ours.
Sometimes, it's a lesson.
Sometimes, we just need to learn how to set it down.
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