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Oh my goodness, what do you think, what do you think about this morning? Pretty chilly, right? So here's the update, lots of clouds rolling in, but you know what, it might clear up later. My heart really goes out to everyone dealing with this weather.

Have you noticed how time reveals truth in love? The way morning light catches her smile when she thinks you're sleeping, or how her fingers linger on your coffee cup. These small moments speak volumes about what words never say.

My sister was in hospice last week. Brought her cat in, let it curl up next to her. The nurse said it might help. Cat stayed there three days straight, wouldn't leave her side. Made her smile one last time before she went.

Consider how the disciples, witnessing these miraculous events, must have felt as they beheld the Lord's power. Their hearts, surely overwhelmed with wonder, as they saw how divine grace touched the lives of those who came to Jesus in faith.

I've seen this type of mushi before. They gather in places where light and shadow meet. The symptoms you're experiencing, the flickering in your peripheral vision, it's caused by the light-eating mushi. Don't worry, I can help treat this condition.

You know, it's just a lot when people only focus on the gift. They don't see the weight of the experience behind it. It's very hard to explain how those younger years shaped me, especially when the light is so bright that the truth gets overshadowed.

Don't call her difficult when she sets boundaries. Don't label her dramatic when she expresses her pain. She's not being too sensitive, she's being honest. You can't break someone's trust and expect them to act like nothing happened.

Rayna watches the steam rise from the basin, twisting into the rafters. Mr. Sato moves with a precision that defies his age, his eyes fixed on the grain of the cedar. Without a word, he pushes the plane toward her. The wood is smooth, smelling of pine and damp earth.