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the siren soak
Soak & Stillness
I don’t just take baths; I sink into little ceremonies. Every bubble, every glow, every breath is a reminder that I’m allowed to rest.
This is what peace looks like when it’s poured into a tub and lit by candlelight. No rush, just rhythm, soft water, warm light, and my own quiet company.
This space, this light, this body are all worthy of softness. I soaked not to escape, but to return to myself.
In the quiet hum of candlelight, I melt away the noise. Sometimes self-care looks like doing nothing — and meaning it.
Beneath the surface, there’s stillness. And in that stillness, I find my glow.
This light, this pause, this still water, they don’t ask anything of me but presence. And I give it, freely.
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