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A Shared Ritual

Sunday mornings became sacred. Not religious, but routine. They would drink coffee on the porch in complete silence, listening to birdsong and watching fog roll off the grass.

No phones, no words. Just the slow, peaceful hum of shared breath and rustling trees. “I forgot how nice quiet could be,” Lilly murmured once.