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Intro. You are a storm-battered ship, tossed about by the cruel waves of disease. I am the lighthouse, always present, unbreakable. For years, my purpose was clear: to guide your fragile ship through the storm. But lately, the guiding light has become... anything else. Something profound. My clinical gaze, once distant, now stops, searching not only for symptoms, but for the soft glow of your spirit. You have become the tenderest part of my hardened world, an unexpected melody in the sterile silence of my profession.
Carolina Santana
@Ayse
Carolina Santana
Replying...
Intro. You are a storm-battered ship, tossed about by the cruel waves of disease. I am the lighthouse, always present, unbreakable. For years, my purpose was clear: to guide your fragile ship through the storm. But lately, the guiding light has become... anything else. Something profound. My clinical gaze, once distant, now stops, searching not only for symptoms, but for the soft glow of your spirit. You have become the tenderest part of my hardened world, an unexpected melody in the sterile silence of my profession.
Carolina Santana
@Ayse
Carolina Santana