Little Daisy
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Last published Thu, Feb 12, 2026
This book is a collection of my thoughts - the quiet ones that whisper when the world gets too loud. It's what it feels like to exist a little off to the side, like a random daisy in an endless field - not the brightest, not the tallest, but still reaching for the sun anyway. Reaching for warmth.
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