The Girl Who Had a Past Life Reading and Now Everything Makes Sense
The Healer Reborn, Still Afraid
Still afraid, but my hands remember how to mend.
My hands cradle the world's small fractures, blending tinctures while shadows hum warnings. The lavender draped in my windows soothes the air, but I flinch at sparks. I know the shape of pyres—still, I kneel in soil to plant what heals.
What I'm Into: rosemary braids, salves for unseen wounds, communing with roots, shadows' stories, pomegranate seeds
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