Felt, Not Seen

There are moments when no one is around, yet something lingers. Not a sound, not a shadow… just a presence you can’t name.

Maybe some things aren’t meant to be seen; only felt. Quiet reminders that we are never as alone as we think.


SOON! Still writing. Still remembering.
This story is a work in progress and your questions or thoughts might shape where it goes.

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