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Snow Day
As the snow falls outside
and we’re held inside these physical walls,
it becomes an invitation
to look at the walls we’ve built
and the ones we’ve learned to lower
just to survive.
The isolation that softened into connection.
The loneliness that found its way into friendship.
The hardness that loosened into love.
The noise that settled into peace.
The rage—
no longer everywhere,
only rising now
when it is righteous.
To have come this far
in such a short stretch of time—
to fall in love with self and others,
to feel safe,
to feel seen,
to feel whole—
that is no small thing.
It is, quietly,
a beautiful thing.
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