Mid-October holds a special energy: one foot in the light, one in the mysterious. It’s the season of long shadows, golden afternoons and memory rising up like mist. This week, we write into the unseen: past selves, unspoken truths, whispered dreams. It’s not about haunting, it’s about honouring.
Some days feel like old letters full of voices you’ve outgrown and ones you still long for.
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