By Omah Esther Beyond the threshold, the dawn broke like a whispered promise, the sky unfolding as a canvas of gold and rose, as if the very heavens had conspired to bless the fragile pact of friendship we had forged in the night’s quiet hours. The air was alive, thrumping with the scent of fresh rain and possibility, each breath a tender reminder that the night’s magic lingered, suspended in the invisible spaces between us—echoes of laughter, of shared secrets, of the unspoken vow that we were, in that moment,…
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