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A year after Daniel passed, Rebecca remained in the cedar cottage. Each autumn morning, she made two cups of tea and placed one before the empty chair.
“Daniel,” she whispered, “the tea is ready. The leaves have fallen early this year.”
She knew he was still there, in the wind, in the scent of tea, in her steady heartbeat.
Some loves arrive late, yet they last beyond time. They need no vows, no grand promises. Sometimes, one cup of autumn tea is enough to warm an entire lifetime.
I do not look back after the hotel vanishes behind the bend of the coastal road. The Gulf Shores night slides past the …
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