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She told the girl about the times she had waited for news that never came, and the times she had to build a fire from wet wood. Each trial was a thread. The patience wasn't about being weak; it was about being a vessel that could hold a lot of life without breaking.

Maria smiled, her eyes reflecting the orange glow of the setting sun. "My heart is like the old wooden loom in the corner," she said softly. "It takes the rough wool of life—the tangles, the knots, and the gray threads of waiting—and it simply keeps moving. It doesn't ask for the cloth to be finished quickly. It just trusts the pattern." Maria Loga- Inimioara rabdatoare

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