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Healing wasn't cinematic.
It wasn't soft piano music and slow walks along a quiet beach. It wasn't perfect closure in a handwritten letter or a magical realization that made all the pain worth it. No, for Amara Bennett, healing was messier-like staring at a blank canvas and realizing you don't even know what to paint because the old colors no l