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Sun on morning skin, up before the others. Three sets of breathing, asleep, so mine is quiet. My heart races, wanting to surprise them, show them I remember the little things. One decaf, one with milk, and one that's warm dark. Then a release of tension, to let them wake up to the gentle sounds of life, creating spontaneity, to give them a little spark to start. What brings out these deepest, warmest parts of myself is knowing that I am on three sets of minds.
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Apr 23
Apr 23, 2026 at 1:32 PM UTC
On Three Sets of Minds
Sun on morning skin, up before the others. Three sets of breathing, asleep, so mine is quiet. My heart races, wanting to surprise them, show them I remember the little things. One decaf, one with milk, and one that's warm dark. Then a release of tension, to let them wake up to the gentle sounds of life, creating spontaneity, to give them a little spark to start. What brings out these deepest, warmest parts of myself is knowing that I am on three sets of minds.
why not let myself hope?
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Apr 23
Apr 23, 2026 at 1:32 PM UTC
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