Station Morning

A passing moment on a city platform

By Melissa Published about 5 hours ago • 1 min read

Photo by Sergio Teixeira on Unsplash

Morning station light

A pigeon hops near the rail

Coffee spills on stone

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Melissa

Writer exploring healing, relationships, self-growth, spirituality, and the quiet battles we don’t always talk about. Sharing real stories with depth, honesty, and heart.

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