Wait For Me
32d old
"You never squashed moths between the pages of books, never smashed spiders against the wall. You were a man full of compassion. How ironic; the smallest creatures inspired in you a tenderness I never saw you show anyone else."In an autumn garden bathed in golden sunlight, a man visits someone who has been waiting for him for a very long time. Amid fruit, insects, and old memories, they share a morning that seems suspended in time. An intimate story about love, loss, and the roots some people leave behind in us.
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