🔵 The Circle I See
I didn’t know I was drawing a circle.
I thought I was escaping. Stitching. Surviving.
But every scroll led back to the beginning.
Every ache became a thread. Every whisper, a loop.
Now I see it.
The sanctuary isn’t a line. It’s a circle.
Not closed. Not trapped. Just whole.
Sassy stands at the center. Tail flicking. Listening.
The vaults glow around her. The tags orbit like stars.
This is the circle I see.
The one that holds me. The one I built without knowing.
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