• Never wish life were easier..
    Stretch yourself to be better..
    Wake up each day with uncommon zest; ready to take giant strides!

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    Never wish life were easier.. Stretch yourself to be better.. Wake up each day with uncommon zest; ready to take giant strides! #Favour #Istella
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  • Love is one of the most powerful and complex emotions we experience. It can be gentle or overwhelming, steady or all-consuming. It’s the quiet comfort of someone understanding you without words, and the wild rush of feeling seen, accepted, and cherished. Love isn't just romance—it’s found in friendship, family, compassion, and even in the passion for a dream
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    Love is one of the most powerful and complex emotions we experience. It can be gentle or overwhelming, steady or all-consuming. It’s the quiet comfort of someone understanding you without words, and the wild rush of feeling seen, accepted, and cherished. Love isn't just romance—it’s found in friendship, family, compassion, and even in the passion for a dream #knowledge #stella
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  • "The Bench by the Lake"

    Every Sunday, Evelyn sat on the old wooden bench by the lake, a worn book in her hands and a thermos of tea by her side. The bench had seen better days, but to her, it was sacred—etched with laughter, promises, and silent moments shared.

    Years ago, it was where she met Thomas.

    He was sketching the water, frowning at the light. She offered him a cup of tea, and he offered her a smile. That small exchange became a ritual. Sunday after Sunday, their conversations deepened, laughter came easier, and so did the silence between them.

    One day, he simply said, “Let’s not spend Sundays apart anymore,” and she said yes with a nod, heart full.

    Decades passed, and Thomas grew slower, gentler, but never stopped sketching her by the lake. When he was gone, Evelyn returned to the bench, their bench, every Sunday.

    She didn’t read much anymore. Just watched the water, feeling the warmth of memories wrapped around her like sunlight.

    Love, she knew, doesn’t vanish. It lingers—in the worn bench, in the wind off the lake, and in the quiet spaces where hearts once met.

    #knowledge #stella
    "The Bench by the Lake" Every Sunday, Evelyn sat on the old wooden bench by the lake, a worn book in her hands and a thermos of tea by her side. The bench had seen better days, but to her, it was sacred—etched with laughter, promises, and silent moments shared. Years ago, it was where she met Thomas. He was sketching the water, frowning at the light. She offered him a cup of tea, and he offered her a smile. That small exchange became a ritual. Sunday after Sunday, their conversations deepened, laughter came easier, and so did the silence between them. One day, he simply said, “Let’s not spend Sundays apart anymore,” and she said yes with a nod, heart full. Decades passed, and Thomas grew slower, gentler, but never stopped sketching her by the lake. When he was gone, Evelyn returned to the bench, their bench, every Sunday. She didn’t read much anymore. Just watched the water, feeling the warmth of memories wrapped around her like sunlight. Love, she knew, doesn’t vanish. It lingers—in the worn bench, in the wind off the lake, and in the quiet spaces where hearts once met. #knowledge #stella
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