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True belonging blossoms when we tenderly cradle the child within us. Hearts, like distant shores, silently yearn for peace, as the twilight fades, we gently cut the fragile ties, untangling the threads that once kept us close to ourselves.
True belonging blossoms when we tenderly cradle the child within us. Hearts, like distant shores, silently yearn for peace, as the twilight fades, we gently cut the fragile ties, untangling the threads that once kept us close to ourselves.