No one had sat there in a few weeks. A few leaves had gathered in the corners. But if you brushed it off and took a seat, you could still feel the shape of the season. It hadn’t left. It had just settled.
Buddhism
What rests isn’t gone. Sometimes memory just needs an invitation to reappear.
Daily Takeaway
Dust doesn’t erase meaning. Let memory reawaken gent…
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