Each leaf,
each photograph,
each word…
a small keeping of light.
Together,
they form the chest I open
when I wish to remember
how beauty feels.
This space has become
a home for wonder,
for remembering,
for belonging.

Each leaf,
each photograph,
each word…
a small keeping of light.
Together,
they form the chest I open
when I wish to remember
how beauty feels.
This space has become
a home for wonder,
for remembering,
for belonging.
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