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Sometimes peace

Sometimes peace comes from a look shared across a table, a moment that makes you feel seen. Sometimes it comes from pressing flesh against flesh, cheek to chest as you fall asleep.
Sometimes peace comes when you’re so busy, you haven’t had time to ask for it.
But rarely does it find you when you’re on your knees.
So stand up, get moving.
Peace will come but you have to be on your feet.



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