A pair of batting gloves sat curled on the dash. Not from a pro. Just a kid heading home after BP, windows down, music low. The leather was cracked, sweat-worn. But it still smelled like July.
Stoicism
Not everything that’s worn out has lost its purpose. Utility can outlast newness.
Daily Takeaway
Use what’s familiar, even if it isn’t shiny. Memory often ri…
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