Every stop reminded me that joy is not only personal. It is shared air. Strangers became a chorus. People waved from windows. Elders nodded. Children laughed without needing a reason. Some people told me they had been carrying heaviness for years.
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That kind of joy does not demand constant brightness. It does not ask anyone to audition for sweetness. It just says, here we are, still alive, still listening. Even tears can fill the inner vessel wi...
