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“The coffee is always too bitter, and the windows are always fogged. I can’t see outside, and I can’t hear anything but my own thoughts.”

“When I was ten, my mother took me to the outskirts of town where a field of poppies swayed in the wind. We lay down on the grass, and she pointed at the clouds, saying each one was a story waiting to be told. I felt safe, like the world was a huge book and I could write my own chapter. That night, I dreamed of flying over the fields, and when I woke up, the feeling lingered for days.” this is how you heal brianna wiest vk

Silence fell over the group for a moment that stretched far longer than any of the previous pauses. Then replied: “The coffee is always too bitter, and the