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The Lady Across the Balcony
She leaned across her balcony, towel draped over the wall, elbows resting, life paused. In that quiet space, I witnessed grief held gently, joy carried softly, and a stranger’s heart opening just enough to leave a trace.
She leaned across her balcony, towel draped over the wall, elbows resting, life paused. In that quiet space, I witnessed grief held gently, joy carried softly, and a stranger’s heart opening just enough to leave a trace.