A Moment between Pages. 155.1

Some things in life slip away unnoticed—a train pulling out of a station, a quiet goodbye, a cup of coffee that goes cold before you finish it.

But some things remain. A rhythm, a conversation, a shared moment between strangers who might never meet, yet somehow understand each other.

That’s what this space has become. A place where thoughts find a home. And for that—for your time, your presence, your quiet nods from across the world—I am grateful.

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The world is noisy, but here—just for a moment—there is space to breathe.

Thank you for being part of it.