A Softer Sun
Just because it’s not clear doesn’t mean it’s not true.
Some mornings, the light doesn’t cut through.
It glows quiet, uncertain, waiting.
You can’t see far.
That doesn’t mean you’re lost.
Sometimes presence looks like haze.
Sometimes it’s enough to keep walking anyway.
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