Once in a while, the ball didn’t just clear the fence —
it sailed beyond the lights, into the unknown dark.
You heard the crack of the bat,
the crowd's rising roar,
and then the ball disappeared into the night sky, carried away by wonder.
Buddhism
You can’t always follow every story to its ending.
Some moments are meant to be released, not caught.
Celebrate the…
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