The shorts never came clean. No matter how hard you scrubbed, the grass and gravel left a memory. They told the truth of a slide that meant something. A throw that mattered. A play that wasn’t perfect—but was all in.
Buddhism
Imperfection is a mark of presence. The stain means you were there.
Daily Takeaway
Let your traces show. There’s honor in being marke…
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