short-story
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The Quiet Magic of Ordinary Places
The diner was already warm when we stepped inside, the kind of warmth that feels earned in December. A little Christmas tree sat beside our booth, its lights blinking softly against the cold outside. It wasn’t decorated with any big… Continue reading
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The Soundtrack of Today’s Life
Some days come with their own quiet soundtrack, even if no actual music is playing. Today felt like that, a whole little symphony made of ordinary things. The morning began with the soft shuffle of my slippers on the kitchen… Continue reading
Autumn Rosewood 