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I sat on the living room rug, flipping through pieces that felt like pieces of her soul—storms painted in blues and purples, portraits filled with longing, landscapes that looked like memories you could step into.

It moved me so deeply that my eyes burned.

In that moment, we were no longer employer and employee.
We were two women, sitting in the middle of a life we didn’t fully choose, trying to remember who we once dreamed of becoming.

“Let me help you,” I said quietly. “With the course. With whatever you need to take the next step.”

She covered her mouth with her hands and shook her head as tears spilled onto her cheeks.

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