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I remember noticing, almost with a sense of detachment, that my hands were steady as I sat in front of the mirror, removing the last traces of makeup from my face, even though I knew that nothing about the moment itself should have felt calm. The wedding had only just ended, the laughter and music still lingering faintly in the air, yet beneath that surface, there was a quiet awareness inside me that something unresolved had followed me into this room.
The bathroom still carried the soft scent of candles and jasmine, mixed with the warmth of too many people in one place for too long, but now that I was alone, the atmosphere felt suspended, as though the night had paused without fully settling. continue reading …
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