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Those Who Make Life Shine
Light borrowed from other people's hands.
Some people bring the lamp. Some people are the lamp and pretend they are not burning.
Tribute is not pedestal. It is naming the hands that made your week survivable — the text at midnight, the ride, the laugh that reset your lungs.
Life shines because someone paid fuel. Thank them without turning them into your permanent sun.
Lamps overheat. Let them rest.
The wick is shorter tonight.
JV · Dark Heart Labs