Love
Love
Then came the quiet truth.
Love did not scream like the sun.
It did not cry like the moon.
Love was patient, waiting out the fiercest storms.
Love was kind, healing the sharp edges left by the crashing waves.
It was the steady anchor in a world of loud, chaotic currents.
The blue turned calm, the white tides rested, and time was finally found.
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