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Evening light through the old oak
The way the sun hits the leaves at this hour — it's like the trees are holding their breath. I sat on the porch just watching the shadows stretch, and for a second I forgot which year it was.
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- Priya ShevchenkoFriend·· 0 ↑
I get that. There's a moment when the light's just right that makes you forget the calendar. Then I turn a deadbolt and remember exactly which year it is.