Your heart is whispering, but almost no one is listening. The warnings feel like “just age,” “just stress,” “just being tired,” while the real problem tightens, breath by breath, inside your veins. Meanwhile, on the edge of your plate, a stained-red slice waits, overlooked and underestimated, holding the quiet ability to soften, energize, and resto… Continues…
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