The staff meeting is a looming presence, a chance for change or another exercise in futility.
As I navigate the clinic, my thoughts drift back to the clove steam.
Its scent lingers, a reminder of the small rituals that sustain us.
In the face of uncertainty, it offers a semblance of stability.
Yet, I know that real change requires more than routine.
It demands action, courage, and a willingness to speak up.
The weight of that responsibility sits heavily on my shoulders.
But for now, I focus on the task at hand, each moment a step toward the inevitable meeting.
With each breath, the tension mounts, a silent countdown to the confrontation ahead.
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