A week of holding on tight can leave everything in you cold and clenched, braced against letting any of it go.
A warm gold, the colour of something thawing, around white. It rings like one clear tone held and smells of sun on dry grass.
A week of stiff holding can feel like resolve; mostly it just locks you up. It loosens nothing for you — it holds a steady warmth where the clenched week can thaw, and the grip can ease into something softer.
Light
Keep it where the week's holding-on has gone cold.
Witcher
Each day, rest on the bright center, breathe warm and slow, and let one held thing thaw and loosen a little.
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