One day the dysregulated stopped letting old drama sabotage the whole damn day. Miss Lemon Balm sat in the middle of the yard looking expensive in the sunlight. A botanical auntie with boundaries. A calm-down practice in a teacup.
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our body has been sending the signals… The heavy eyelids. The tight shoulders. The random sighs… The sudden urge to cancel everything, light a candle, drink something warm, and become unavailable to nonsense.
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