We wait for things to slow down, but they do not slow.
Could we return to some space, to stretch it out, to make a moment last?
No, the heart and mind are swept into the stream and fragments shed among a thousand spaces, over a thousand miles or more. Conversations. Moments.
We each find our way to capture or savor or remember them. These moments, these in…
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