Between red red, fufu, and taboo
A bowl of fufu, two women in quiet laughter, and a refuge found at the street's end. Ordinary food, ordinary lives, yet beneath it, a story of resilience and the unseen lines people hold.
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I greet without words, I steady the shaken. I reveal the heart’s truth, I pass safety unspoken. I show you the way to protect and test, and when the line falters, I hold it with rest. What am I?