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🔆 When Truth Becomes Too Bright
Read more: 🔆 When Truth Becomes Too BrightHome There are moments in life when the truth arrives like a hard beam of light: uninvited, fluorescent, and too bright for the eyes. Before it appears, the world feels softer. Shadows blur the edges of things. Possibility stretches itself into every corner, and the unknown becomes a kind of shelter. In that half-darkness, the…
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🌅 The Quiet Beauty of the Light
Read more: 🌅 The Quiet Beauty of the LightHome There is a kind of Light that asks for nothing, yet gives everything. It moves quietly, like breath through still air, unseen but ever-present. It does not seek a promise of tomorrow; it simply dwells in the moment, filling the hollow spaces with grace. Even when the world feels heavy, the Light remains gentle,…
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❤️🩹 Carrying Stones of Memory
Read more: ❤️🩹 Carrying Stones of MemoryHome Yesterday’s killings the Ukrainian girl on the bus, the young, bright politician Charlie Kirk have left me feeling raw. I am more than upset. I’m haunted by how numb we seem to be growing. I try to be fair. I believe the same grief and anger are due when Muslims in Gaza are killed,…
Felt, Paint & Reflection 