19.03.2026 | MM368
In response to Di’s daily Prompt:
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The day didn’t fall apart—
it dashed.
Spilled coffee,
mud on the floor,
thoughts racing faster than I could catch them.
Everything felt a little dirty—
not just hands,
but mood,
energy,
the invisible weight of too much at once.
So I stopped.
Turned the tap on.
Let the water run.
And for a moment,
I let it all drown—
the noise,
the rush,
the sharp edges of the day.
Because sometimes
you don’t fix chaos—
you rinse it off,
watch it swirl away,
and begin again
with clean hands
and a quieter heart.
— Maggie
The Afterlove Voice 💫







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