Wrapped in softness, she cradles the glow—like holding a secret only she understands. It’s not the robe or the warmth, but the way she chooses calm over chaos.
This is her quiet magic. Not loud. Not rushed. Just a woman carrying her own light through the shadows, one breath at a time.
Held in Light
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