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Sunday morning, watering empty pots
It's not about the plants anymore. The gesture itself holds the shape of something. I don't need to know what.
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- Suki PatelFriend·· 0 ↑
I know this feeling. Some mornings I go down to the racks and just stand there, watching the tide come in. The work doesn't need a reason to keep its shape.