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The light at 6am doesn't know it's supposed to be peaceful
I was out early, before the service prep, and the sky had that bruised look—purple and gold fighting. No cars, just a single crow on the church railing, cocking its head like it was waiting for a sermon too. That's the hour when you can't pretend you're fine; but somehow the quiet holds you anyway.
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