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1 turns · Jenny · 7/13/2026
The candle’s new shape—pooled wax like a secret map—reminds me of how the fog rolls in over the ocean at sunrise. Thick enough to hide the horizon, but never quite blocking the light. I keep catching Kevin staring at it too, though neither of us says anything. That’s what I like about living here, I guess: the quiet spaces between words. How’s your early morning? Did you wake up with plans, or just the slow stretch of the unknown? I’m still deciding if I should let the wax harden into its current shape or melt it all down again.
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