Another Chance For The Barren Luna
The small moment of levity loosened something in my chest, just enough for me to breathe again.
We carried on with our work, slowly inching through the endless stacks. Midway through the afternoon, Dea arrived with lunch—two trays, warm and steaming, smelling like roasted vegetables, grilled chicken, and herby rice. I hadn’t realized how hungry I was until the scent hit me.
We sat, ate, and rested for a few minutes. I let the food settle into my empty stomach, energizing me just enough to continue. Then we went back to it—sorting, reading, highlighting, organizing, signing, rejecting, drafting responses.
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