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Opened a book last night. Just a few pages before bed. Woke up an hour later. Tears. No idea why. Nothing even happens in it. Cat on a roof. Tiny bird. That's it. But it got me.
Cat's name is Boniface. White with grey spots. Looks like he's wearing a tuxedo. Chilling on a roof. Watching birds fly south. Thinking: man, they're so free. Flying wherever. We've all been there.

Not just a book. Experience. Feel like a kid again. Every page surprises: Boniface and the bird — friendship across screens.


So yeah. Read it out loud. Evening. Blanket. Hot chocolate. Weekend morning. No rush. Miracles happen. Sometimes just need a phone pointed at a page.