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The walk where I stopped rehearsing arguments
Somewhere between the shrine steps and the crossing, the imaginary debate ran out of things to say. What stayed was the smell of rain. Written slowly, read slowly…
A quiet corner for everyday notes — written slowly.
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Somewhere between the shrine steps and the crossing, the imaginary debate ran out of things to say. What stayed was the smell of rain. Written slowly, read slowly…