The day was long. It was a heavy day.A full day. The work is done but not finished. The clock shows late. My body is tired. A dull ache lives behind my eyes. I am too tired to write today. The words are not here. They do not come.
But the feeling is there. Not a big thing. Not a loud thing. A small thing. A quiet thing. I will write tomorrow. I will find the words then. The plan for tomorrow is good. A new start. The tiredness is real. The hope is also real. They live together in the room.
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