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She does not hurry the page.
The light already knows where to land.
Ink moves like breath,
and memory,
soft as honey,
settles into glass.
Nothing asks to be explained.
The flowers keep watch.
The jars remember for her.
This is how a quiet life is written:
one gentle stroke
before the world wakes.