“When I saw the blossom buds,
I cherished myself and said, ‘Life is beautiful.’
When the unexpected rain washed away the flowers,
I found comfort in seeing the clean floor.”
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The Broken Beads
The beads were broken, scattered one by one, and I began to mend them, slowly, patiently, one piece at a time. Perhaps the thread had snap...
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