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Created for my 11 years in recovery, this piece is about the unseen guardians that stayed with me through every hard season. The angels in the garden stand as witnesses to survival, healing, and grace. Around them live the things that kept me sane and sober: music, photography, and art. These were not just interests. They were lifelines. They gave me somewhere to place the pain, somewhere to turn the chaos into meaning, and something beautiful to hold onto when I needed a reason to keep going.
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