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Grief

Moving through loss at your own pace, not anyone else's.

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An old men's short-sleeved shirt with faint stripes hanging on the back of a wooden chair by a window, in soft daylight
Healing

The Bamboo Broom at Five in the Morning

At five in the morning the yard has no bamboo broom from my grandfather. A short poem about a sound that is gone, and one morning when I picked the broom up myself.

Oct 24, 2026 · 2 min read