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Dear Lola,

It’s morning now, but I haven’t slept. All night, my thoughts kept circling back to the island, and even now I can’t shake it. I can almost smell the grass after rain and hear the birds calling at dawn. The air felt lighter back then, moving gently through the trees, and even the summer heat seemed like something I could live inside of. It wasn’t harsh, it was familiar.

Life was simpler. No screens glowing in every hand, no endless scrolling, no pressure ...