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"Spashes of Light"
At 7:14 PM, a bath became a memory. A first giggle—sharp, sweet, and unexpected. It wasn't just a sound; it was the house filling up with a new kind of brightness.
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"Spashes of Light"
At 7:14 PM, a bath became a memory. A first giggle—sharp, sweet, and unexpected. It wasn't just a sound; it was the house filling up with a new kind of brightness.