Diary Entry – July 2024
Time rushes past from waking to sleep — a blur of motion shaped by the city’s rush. But when rain interrupts, time begins to melt, and the world displays its shimmering hues. Somewhere in the drift, I remember: I owe a visit to my parents. And yet, here I am - a quiet duck, savoring the sunlight.
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