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The Quiet Mast
TL;DR A meditation on the stages of love — from first flame to steady devotion, and the wisdom of knowing when to hold on and when to release.
When the hush first sparks— skin kindles skin, a struck match in the midnight orchard; sap races, petals burn, hunger sings in the bone. Each heartbeat is a drum that forgets tomorrow. In this bright furnace nothing exists but flame, and even the flame forgets itself.

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https://jeffreyfreeman.me/blog/the-quiet-mast/

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