Because peace without truth is betrayal, you can choose civility without surrendering your integrity. You might sit at the table, steady and composed, but you won’t pretend there’s unity where harm still lingers. Your soul knows the sacred difference between proximity and intimacy between sharing space and sharing spirit. You can sit beside someone, even speak in measured tones, but that doesn’t mean they’ve earned access to your sacred circle. Because breaking bread is more

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