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“In Boston, light pollution had always blurred whatever loomed above. Woven on the clearest nights, she could only ever catch a few of the brightest ones, scattered like crumbs. But here— here, the sky held things. The steady pulse of something older than her pain.”

“And for the first time in a long time, she let herself wonder: what if this wasn’t the end of something? What if it was the beginning?”

“You never know when someone might need something warm.” ☺️☕️✨