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Has your reflection ever looked back at you and felt… unfamiliar? Not because your hair was messy or your eyes were tired, but because something inside had shifted—quietly, maybe, but irrevocably. A moment where the version of you staring from the glass didn’t feel like yours. Or maybe it was. Maybe it was the truest
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The short answer?Writing. Plants. The people (and creatures) I love. The longer answer is softer, quieter. And maybe a little messy. Because for a long time, I didn’t really know what self-care was. I thought it was something people did in bathtubs, with candles and soft music and time I didn’t have. I thought it
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I didn’t choose the name A.S. Thorne by accident. It’s not just a pen name – it’s a quiet place. A whispered agreement between every version of myself that never got to speak, and the one finally learning how. The initials stand for Another Self. Not because I’m hiding – but because I’m healing. Because
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