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And I’ll call this chapter - “A Ghost of Christmas Present.” Warm light on these weary bones. A festively dressed season of uncertainty. The walls of my home and my heart, frozen in ice. The kind of Christmas story where you sit with what hurt, honor what changed you, and still choose to keep the lights on and read on anyway. The body not yet healed, the heart not sitting in the dark - just present, standing at the edge of a miracle of my own making.

🎧 Dream Sweet in Sea Major