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I grew up looking for a miracle — expecting the impossible.
Sometimes it came loud, shaking the room.
Sometimes it came quiet, hidden in small wins and second winds.
This envelope is a reminder: trust what you can’t always see.
The miracle isn’t waiting somewhere far off.
It’s already moving — right here, right now.
Come inside.
By I don’t remember writing these… but somehow, the person who did remembers me. And they’ve been guiding me all along.I grew up looking for a miracle — expecting the impossible.
Sometimes it came loud, shaking the room.
Sometimes it came quiet, hidden in small wins and second winds.
This envelope is a reminder: trust what you can’t always see.
The miracle isn’t waiting somewhere far off.
It’s already moving — right here, right now.
Come inside.