Sometimes forgiveness doesn’t arrive as a big, heroic gesture — it begins quietly, in a small child who stops clenching their fists and finally reaches for the leaf. In this mirror, you don’t have to excuse anyone. You simply meet your own innocence and let it breathe again.
You don’t need incense.
You don’t need candles.
You don’t need to feel “ready.”
You just need this moment.
Right here.
Right now.
Let’s begin.
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