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Scent of the Sun

母親的味道

母親過世之後,我便把她用的被子帶著在身邊,那是她親手縫製的。

用久的被子都有股霉味。但,她很特別。不管晴天雨天,她都散發著太陽的味道。在家中就會把她抱在懷中、時而不經意的就睡著,還會輕輕的吸一吸,如此溫暖的味道,我很是喜歡。

我想,這就是我母親的味道。

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A Gentle Breeze

Flow

It only took us 10 years to finally put up curtains for our space. This simple home refinement has evoked a serene atmosphere into our little space and it feels wonderful to have a sense of gentle movement in the air.

For a moment there, I'm in complete relaxation.

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My Body

Surprise

I don't feel well. After all these years, I assume I have learned to be better at listening to my own body, yet she just shocked me by showing me otherwise.

Usually, we have our good and bad days, but this week has been especially rough. It feels like we're in the middle of the ocean trying to stay afloat and have yet to find the rhythm to paddle in sync. Though we are both exhausted and frustrated, I still believe we will get through this together.

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Nancy's Pruning Scissors

Minor Secrets

I have a well-used pruning scissors with rusted tip and a grey plastic grip. It was a hand-me-down from Nancy for harvesting her vegetable patch in return for a few cat-sitting favors

Over the years, I have taken a liking to this pair of scissors and found myself many times on a walk or hike wishing I had brought it with me. Finally this summer, I decided that it should have a spot among the keys, the iPhone, and the hand sanitizer in my everyday bag.

I believe we sometimes do carry one or two unusual items with us, and mine is this pair of down to earth pruning scissors.

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Moon Lists

Change

The truth is, I can write and I can't write. I discover Moon List when looking to start a project for myself in hope of learning to write again. And, What better way to start my voice finding process than by writing about things that I'm drawn to. With sets of questions, prompts and lists, "The Moon Lists is a tool for noticing the mosaic of objects, thoughts, and feelings that make up everyday existence."

To my future self, I can't wait to read stories with honest words by me.

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A Quieter Tale ◡ 081

This is one of many vacant homes in Yoshino, Japan. I walked past it every day during my four days stay in town. Unsure of what memories it once filled, I was drawn to its wabi-sabi aging facade of various striped patterns and the natural color of white to rust.

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A Quieter Tale ◡ 067

I remembered reading somewhere that we sometimes undervalue the importance of the spaces between things. If we're able to frame a section and give our eyes a place to rest, omitted details will come into focus. My immediate attention is on the dino-ish rock on the left, then, ...let's pause for a few seconds..., what do you see?

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