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The Surface” my 26th story 🎉
For years, I lived like water. Soft, shifting, quiet. But beneath the stillness, tides were forming. Lessons carving caverns into me, patience shaping me in silence.
And then, without warning, I rose. Not for air but because I finally became too full to stay beneath. At 26, I emerge, not fragile, not loud just undeniably here.
Skin kissed by storm. Eyes that remember every shadow. Grace reborn not from rescue, but from her own rising.
This is not the start, it’s the unveiling. The woman I have always been, now walking in the light she grew for herself in the dark.
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