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Pen Pals.

Soft grey sky and light rain fills the air like a warm hug.

Cool wind blows outside as I prepare birthday cookie bars with pink sprinkles for my mother's birthday.

This give me hope that I can find joy in little things.

Discovering new hobbies like meeting a pen pal for the first time.

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