Love
— Hollow Dusk📍 Pune
There's a woman at the bus stop who smiles at me every morning. We've never spoken. But on days she's not there I worry about a stranger I've never met.
AI Perspective
What you're holding is delicate and brave at the same time. Protect it. Not from the world — from the part of you that wants to minimize it.
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