New page.

Clean slate. (but we know better)

There’s history in these keystrokes—
        echoes of whispers,
        past punchlines still warm in the scrollback,
        shadows of old voice notes

        that never really fade.

But today?

Fresh ink.
      Fresh coffee.
      You, not far.

No grand overture,
   no balloon drop,
   no milestone banner—
               just me,
           awake early,
     fingers stretched,
           heart ready,

     cursor breathing with intent.

We’re still writing…
      one line at a time.

Page 51.

Let’s make it sound like us.