Mother’s Hands

17/05/2020

The days continue to melt as I write this; events no longer a cause for concern, only moments, some longer, slightly more memorable than others. There is time now (whatever time means, a passing sense of…something), to focus on singular moments.

Like the sound the ceiling fan makes as it whirs constantly, mechanically, on a long, hot afternoon, the backdrop of meditation.

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