How to Heal From Hidden Wounds of the Heart
The old wooden door creaked on its hinges as I gently pushed it open. Inside, beneath the musty shadows of the barn, lay hidden evidence of a life — someone’s story. Some items held value, but many were unwanted, many were simply forgotten, and all were gathering dust from neglect.
The memories lay in darkness, but the opening of the door introduced light, revealing their existence.
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