That fragile thread of hope in the midst of exhaustion.
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and then
Some days, it’s just habit. Other days, it’s the hope that things can still change. And then there are those tiny moments—a kind word, a breeze through the window, my old favorite song—that remind me I’m still here, and that maybe that’s enough for today.