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Sometimeskindness feels small—a cup of water passed,a door held open,a quiet listeningwhen your own thoughtsare loud. But somewherein the unseen places,your offering slipsinto another heartlike a seed tuckedinto soft earth—hidden, unspectacular,yet already waking. And joy—that patient traveler—circles back in waysyou don’t expect.In lighter breaths,in steadier steps,in the hush that settlesover your soulwhen you realizeyou’ve spent…