Her soul was soft, but her heart was strong.
She found pleasure in the smallest things.
The cackle of a crow,
The breeze of a violent storm, whipping rain against her bare skin.
The smell of fresh ground coffee beans.
It was the small moments that made her feel alive. It was the small moments she found comfort in. It was the small moments she fell in love with.
Because each of those small moments are what fed her drive to live, to experience, to love
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