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meandering in the summer rain
April 10, 2025
In a city like mine, it is a privilege to wander. It was a favorite pastime of my fifteen year old self to explore that urban terrain, to be lost yet free, to trek out an uncharted path. It was a unique moment: the twilight of her childhood, and entry to womanhood; moments to wonder at the passers-by, to imagine in the dark, and hide behind the rain.
the aftermath
February 19, 2025
I know very well how to make beginnings and how to pursue middles. But I am wholly unprepared to be confronted with the endings. Where do I put these loose ends? How do we destroy the things that have transpired? And we may romanticize closure, and beautify failures, but one thing is always clear: there can be no turning back.
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