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Lucky Gifts
Grace counted without pretending the bill disappeared.
Luck is not moral verdict. It is weather that favored you once while someone else stood in the open.
Gratefulness is naming the shelter without insisting you deserved the roof more than the rain deserved you.
Gifts arrive uninvited — the friend, the timing, the body that failed a worse way.
Grace is not amnesty for the ledger. It is bread acknowledged while the debt remains legible.
The roof still leaks in one corner.
JV · Dark Heart Labs