With every gesture, I reach toward the brinkโthe seam where ache dissolves into yielding, and stillness pulses with presence. For the seasoned and the newly stirred alike, I mold time into touch: intentional, intimate, unforgettable. This is not a pause. This is the body remembering its truth.
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