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A letter to you
<p>Dearest friend,</p><p>I write to you with a quiet wonder in my heart, for there are some souls whose presence lingers long after they’ve passed from sight—and you are one of them.</p><p>Your ebony skin catches the light as though it were made to hold it, not merely reflect it; a beauty steady and assured, needing no permission to shine. There is an ease in the way you move through the world—slim of form, gentle of spirit—that turns even the simplest moment into something worth remembering.</p><p>Your smile arrives before you do, bright from a mile away, and once it settles, it stays. The stars themselves must envy it, for though they blaze and fade with time, yours endures—constant, warm, and alive.</p><p>Often I look to the sky and find my thoughts wandering toward you: so peaceful in presence, so elegant in nature. There is a calm in you that stills the noise of the world, and a beauty—both seen and unseen—that makes the heart pause, if only for a breath.</p><p>May you never forget the quiet power you carry, nor the light you give so freely, simply by being who you are.</p><p>Yours,</p><p>A grateful friend</p>
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