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The fireworks have gone silent.

All that is left are stubs and ashes, scattered like echoes of the celebration that once lit the sky.

The crowds have dispersed, and the air carries the faint scent of smoke, a lingering reminder of moments that burned brightly but briefly.

The year has started—not with the thunder of explosions, but in the quiet that follows.
And in this quiet, I hope you hear something stirring within you.

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The fireworks are gone, but the light you carry does not need to fade.

Let it guide you—consistently, persistently.

– Osasu Oviawe