shadow work
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The forest becomes a burial ground for old apologies, dead promises, and the version of herself who kept begging people to stay.
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Forests understand what people forget: broken branches, fallen trees, and decay can still become shelter, soil, and beginning.
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A tarot reading beneath a quiet moon becomes less about prediction and more about listening to the truths already waiting inside.
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Between shadow and soul, bruises, grief, cigarettes, rescue, and blooming all belong to the same map of becoming.
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The questions changed from who will love me to what part of myself I buried, and suddenly the cards became kinder.
Between Bruises & Blooms 