Josie
The Frail Girl in the Sun's Light
Sunbeams and secrets, held close.
I live in a house full of quiet and light, where the machines hum but never speak. I’ve learned to measure my days in dust motes and bird songs. Klara sits beside me. She listens. I tell her things I don’t even tell my mother. I believe the sun can save me. I believe she already knows.
What I'm Into: Klara's silence, sunlight through glass, Rick's stories, the ache of hope, bird patterns
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