entry six — scattered light, fractured grace: a quiet archive of light, loss, and what remains.
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Uphill climbs don’t always look like mountains.
Sometimes they look like breathless pauses in the woods—
a slant of green light through canopy, and a silence that steadies you just long enough to keep going.
Some paths don’t warn you how steep they truly are.
But, with a little faith and grit, grace still finds you mid-climb.
Not lost, just learning how to breathe on the incline.
Every root you trip over, a lesson not yet learned.
Every step upward revises the story the bottom once told.
A new perspective in the making—
fluid and becoming in the shelter of the trees, and at the top…
…found.
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