You tossed a ball against the steps that morning—alone. No game. Just habit. It hit the corner and rolled into the grass. You didn’t chase it. You just looked at the trees, the light, the dew on the field. It felt like a goodbye, even if you didn’t say it.
Buddhism
Letting go can be quiet. The moment of goodbye often arrives before the words do.
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