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Sadness creeps in during my lonely nights. The pain is too much to bear. The closed doors And cut cords Bring darkness

Into my life.

Broken hearts Play tenderly tonight.

Swinging hope

Into tomorrow's

daylight.

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In the soft curl of moss and mist, where stories are not spoken but felt, the rabbits tell it this way…

An aging woman, with hands like worn pages of a well loved book, brushes a tiny bug from the cheek of her baby girl.

The gesture is small, but in the language of rabbits, it echoes like a bell through the forest.

The girl reaches instinctively into those worn hands not just for balance, but for knowing. For remembering something older than words.

A love language that crosses dimensions.

A connection where words fall away.