…the sight of my pale pink, heart-shaped, rose quartz pendant nestled against my inky-blue shirt.
…rubbing my palms together lightly.
…humming.
…closing my eyes, breathing in, holding the breath, letting it go.
…watching my hands, stretching my fingers.
…talking to you. Yes, you. Thank you.
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Watching the hands. So simple. (And now that I’m looking at mine, so fascinating and absorbing.)
Thank you!
You’re welcome! š