Some weeks are so full of doing that all the good in them goes by unnoticed, unfelt, unkept.
Orange-gold, warm as late afternoon, around white. It rings like one clear tone held and smells of sun on dry grass.
A week can be full and still feel empty if none of it gets received. It makes nothing new — it warms the good you ran past, so some of it can be noticed and felt before it's gone.
Light
Keep it where the week's good goes by unnoticed.
Witcher
Each day, rest on the bright center, breathe warm and slow, and notice one good thing you'd have run past.
Sealed in the archive. Only the sigil that comes to you today opens in AR.
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