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The Unsent Invitation
In the quiet of the room,
an unopened envelope sits,
its paper whispering secrets
to the passing dusk.The call to prayer echoes,
faint yet persistent,
like a memory tugging
at the edges of sleep.Each pause holds a breath,
a moment suspended,
as if waiting for
the courage to unfold.In this space of …